On Wednesday the 28th I returned to see the hand doctor. He thinks my finger looks a little better, but not as good as it should. He wants to open it up and maybe get all the pus out, and I agree this would be a good thing.
I sit in a chair by the exam table, my arm on top and me facing away from the action. Five needle pricks of anesthesia later, he starts working, but only after making sure I can’t feel anything. I feel no pain, but I know he is doing things to my finger. Against my will my mind tries to visualize what he is doing. I know it is resting on a sponge, because he told me so. Sponge. Resting on a sponge because it is soft or because it is absorbent? Or both? I wonder how long this is going to take because I’m beginning to feel warm and sweaty. Not long after thinking how weird I feel, I’m afraid I’m going to throw up. I wonder if I can hold it back, but then I am very warm. I ask for an ice back for the back of my neck, and almost immediately it is there. It helps, but not enough. I announce I have to lie down. I repeat it. I hear sounds of paper and things being hurriedly removed from the table, my arm is raised, and the next thing I know I see people looking down at me.
It doesn’t take long to figure out I fainted. Then I hear someone say, “No, her head is there!”. I turn my head and see it is very near the door. It takes me a small while to realize I am not on the exam table, but on the floor. They said they called an ambulance because I had some trouble breathing while I was out, and did I want to go to the hospital? No, I really, really didn’t. They said I would have to tell the ambulance people I was declining. I did so. Did I have chest pain? No. I just wanted to stay where I was. Did I have a ride home? No, but I could get one, so I had them find my cell phone and I arranged for someone to come and get me.
The hand doctor added some finishing touches to my bandaged hand, explaining he had been a bit rushed. We laughed. Hand doctor said little or no pus came out, just blood.Many people came by to see how I was doing, and with the hand doctor and the assistants evident and sincere concern, I felt okay. They had me sit on the floor while I waited for my ride, but I eventually put the pillow on the floor, covered myself with a gown and lay back down.
This is how my hand looked after cut and wrapped. Hand doctor did a very nice job.
This is also why I wasn’t online so much that day or next.
I saw hand doctor the next day, Thursday, and he said he thought my finger looked a little better but it was not healing as quickly as it ought. New instructions were to bathe my hand, not just finger, three times a day in an iodine solution with water as hot as I could stand, and then use a band-aid instead of dressing, and no ointment. Apparently I had been over doing the ointment. He gave me a larger tub for the soaks and a bottle of the solution. He also extended my prescription for antibiotics. I was to return on Monday, December 3rd.
After soaking my hand for the second time that day, it looked like some of my skin was melting off the pad part of my finger.
The next day after my first soak, I needed for a doctor to look at my finger and tell me how to put on a band-aid without ripping off skin the next time it was removed. Also, was I using too much iodine solution? Saw a totally new doctor and was relieved when he said it looked fine, just the way it should, and showed me how to do the band-aid, two of them, and said I wasn’t using too much solution.
I see hand doctor on Monday, and hopefully by then my finger will be much better. Or it could turn out that I may have my nail removed. I really don’t care at this point, but I’m thinking it will be better.
The dog’s ear belong either to Minnie or Snookie.
During this time my Christmas short, A WILD-BLOODED CHRISTMAS-WITH FANGS, was published.