If it weren't for bad luck...

In the words of my boss (and many others) "if you didn't have bad luck, you wouldn't have any luck at all".

My (joking) reply is that I'll take the no luck. Apparently the luck that comes with Irish blood skipped a generation when it came to me.

I was going to give everyone an update last week with good news then like every step of this injury, things went wrong. Last Monday  I woke up with a swollen index finger that we found out was an infection on Tuesday. On Saturday, I felt the all too familiar pop that meant a tendon had done something wrong but I ignored it, thinking that it was something else to do with the infection. But on Monday morning when I woke up and all but the tip of the finger moved, I figured I'd be going back under the knife (the surgery one, not the one that started this whole thing). 

I had a follow up appointment from my first surgery later that day so I didn't have to worry about getting in to be seen. From my appointment time to surgery was a whirlwind. I had the appointment at 1:15, decided on surgery by 1:45, mom was looking for flights here by 2 (something I'm extremely grateful for), I found out I had to be to the hospital by 5:45am the next morning an hour later, I wrapped up work for the week by 7:15pm, was home getting ready for the next day by 7:45, and picked up mom at the airport at 1am. 

By 7:30 this morning, 18 hours later, I was on the table with a trip back home to my bed by 10am. It really has been a whirlwind day. To top it off, it is the one month anniversary of the accident, so it's almost poetic that the fingers have to have something done to them today.

But really, I'm not all that upset about this one. I did everything I could to prevent it and the finger was 5 weeks out of surgery so it shouldn't have happened. My doctor is just as baffled as me so unlike my second surgery where I was irritated at myself, I am shrugging this one off as a freak thing.

This does push back my horse plans (see that blog post here) from June to whenever I am given permission to do normal activities, but I have some awesome friends with awesome horses that have offered me a way to get my horse fix.

The good news is that unless I do something horrible to my body (that is definitely not in my plans), I get to avoid the OR for at least three months. My doctor wants me to heal and if I pop another stitch out of the tendon, he has a way to fix that if it is an older injury. After being in the OR so much the last month it's nice to be banned from it. However, my big goal is obviously to avoid it for the rest of my life.

I haven't been to PT since we found this injury (although I did have to cancel my appointment for today so he knows something is up) so it'll be fun to see what those guys say tomorrow when I go in with mom. Their response to this may even be blog worthy.

Until next time,
Mel