That's been our motto around here as of late.
I started the year of Beautiful Mess with a BANG! So much so that I somehow became a 21 year old college student instead of a 34 year old one. I went out, had a few beers and lots of laughs on Monday. My class was canceled, so I thought, why not? I begged Roomie to take me out and she did. Then Tuesday, I did it again! Only Tuesday there were a lot more beers consumed and a good bye party for a friend visiting from San Diego. Whom I may or may not have flirted with because I knew it would make people INSANE! I sauntered in around 4am after a delicious breakfast at Shari's and woke up *wink wink* Dirty. I proceeded to tell him about my night in GREAT detail until be called "uncle". Since we had to get up at 6 to get the kids off to school, we decided to stay up. That was SO weird! I wasn't feeling tipsy or drunk, not even tired! I hit my wall around 10am and took my sorry ass to bed. Was totally worth it AND I made it to class and did just fine. Wednesday my dad was in town and what did we do? Go our for some drinks with my friends he hasn't seen in awhile. And who else was there? That guy from Tuesday night PLUS a few gals that are always up in my business. We all sat together and I may have been a little TOO nice and giggly. In my defense, they have been up in my business for YEARS! I just decided to give them all something to talk about. That should keep me off their radar for awhile.
Woke up Thursday feeling totally fine, which is weird! I should have been wreaked, but I wasn't. I even went on my run. All was going well until 15 minutes until I had to leave for class and Dirty had to leave to get Zilla. It was then I decided to be Super Woman and move a BIG box of china into the garage. I grabbed it by hooking my thumbs into the box and supporting the box under the flaps with my index fingers and hands. Yeah...BAD idea! Heard a pop and saw stars. My finger hurt so bad, I thought I was going to throw up or pass out. I ran into the house and asked Dirty to pull it back into place, thinking I dislocated it. OH DEAR GOD I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO REALLY PASS OUT!!! He was pulling on it and I was screaming like I was being murdered. Apparently he didn't like the sound of my screams in his ear and me biting my arm to stop said screams. Which only gave me a bruise and did not stop my screaming OR the pain.
Poor Dirty and my dad are standing around while I'm on the floor rocking back and forth in pain not knowing what to do. Dirty had to go get Zilla from school and my dad can't drive. I somehow call Rommie and ask her to take me to the ER and I call Peaches telling her to tell our math instructor I won't be in class that day. Not sure how I did that, but I did!
I get to the ER a few minutes later acting crazy. I'm doing everything I can think of to distract myself from the pain. I'm attempting to text people, telling Roomie to make jokes, ANYTHING to keep my mind off my finger. None of those things really worked, either. We finally go back and see a doctor and get X-rays done. The X-rays don't show anything broken or our of place. They have NO idea what the hell I did to my finger. All we know is that I can't move it up and if anyone gets close to it, I whimper. I even asked the doc to knock me out if he decides to move it up to splint it. He took pity on me and didn't touch it. THANK YOU DOC!
He did call an orthopedist who was just as stumped as he was. They had no answers for me. Nobody had ever seen anything like this before. So, they put a splint on it to support it and wrapped it. I got some pain pills and a number to call in the morning to make an appointment with the orthopedist.
I've been doing my best to type, write and do normal things like brush my teeth with my left hand, but it hasn't been easy. This finger/hand HURTS like a bitch! My appointment is tomorrow and I am TERRIFIED! I'm afraid of the doctor touching it and him telling me I need surgery or something horrible. My game plan is to take a pain pill before my appointment and PRAY it's just dislocated and he can pop it back into place and it'll feel SO much better. If not.....well we'll deal with that when and IF it comes.
To top it all off, poor Nae is SO sick! We took her to HER doctor this morning and she has strep. The kid hasn't been on antibiotics since she was 6 months old. She's on a big dosage now to make up for lost time.
It's go big of go home around here! If ya'll have any spare good thoughts, Nae and I could really use them.