So, May 3rd was uneventful til I got this burr up my backside after just finishing mowing, that I was going to walk the dog!
Thing is, I N- E- V- E- R walk the dog...
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...so why was I compelled to do that exactly??? AND... if I were to do that, I would let him run off all his energy first, then think about putting a leash on him and walking civil-like, right?
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Well, he was so excited that he just pulled so hard, I got "Whip-Leash"! Broke left ring finger. It was awful. I KNEW it was broken, the minute it happend. Couldn't let go. Thankfully, I immediately took off my ring - finger swelled up somethin awful. My very dear friend Donna came right over, took me to the ER.
Long story short, God had in mind that I needed to pay attention to my blood pressure -so it took that to get me to the hospital.
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BP was through the roof, 288/155, and of course I was bawling cause I'd lost my job, no money, you know. How the heck was I gonna pay for this??????? Anyway, they wouldn't do surgery for another 2 weeks til it was more under control, because of anesthetic. So cast on hand, then surgery, that went well, finally.
Here we are, June 4th - next week the pins come out. Yay!
Progress to follow...