Yesterday I got a great gift—homemade brownies from Elise to help ease my suffering. They arrived in the mail just before a wedding rehearsal. Being late in the day, I was pretty hungry so I immediately ate two—OK, OK, three actually, and boy are they good. One of the things Elise likes to write about on her blog is her love of cooking (and baking in particular), so I consider myself particularly fortunate to have received a taste of her culinary gifts!
As to the finger, thanks to those who have expressed sympathy, good wishes, and/or who are praying for me. It seems to be healing nicely so far even though the X-rays do reveal a nasty crush injury with the bone above my knuckle pretty well obliterated into a million tiny little pieces. BTW, a funny thing about the X-rays is that they reveal I’ve broken other fingers in the past—something I’ve suspected (along with my nose and ribs) but never done anything about.
The doc thinks it will take about two more weeks for the skin to heal, about 8 weeks for the bone to heal (which is truly amazing), and maybe 3 months for the nail to grow back. He doesn’t want me to do any activity other than walking until the stitches are out. That means no gardening, no lifting, no going on the church fishing trip next Saturday. I have to admit, I am going a little stir crazy with the no activity thing.
One quick funny story: Tuesday morning I was doing a communion service. We use white wafers about the size of a quarter for bread (though my friends who are not Episcopal tell me it is more like Styrofoam than anything that is actually edible). Anyway, I guess one of the elderly gentleman attending the service thought that the tip of my bandaged finger, which was also white, looked like the wafers he is used to receiving. He reached deliberately for my mangled finger…
But I managed to pull it away in time (whew!). I decided to distribute the bread with my other hand!