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My hand surgeon was less than enthusiastic about my suggestion that it might be easier to just take my finger off rather than fusing one of the knuckles.
- In my defense, I had already been given my pre-surgery meds and I was as high as a kite at the time.
A nerve block that makes it so I not only can’t feel your entire right arm, but cannot even twitch my fingers is one of the oddest things I’ve ever experienced.
Irish Woman is always watching out for me. She even took away my phone when my stoned self was looking to buy $1700 plane tickets to North Dakota.
You know, if Boo’s out in the front yard and I’m in the basement, and I can hear him scream when he falls out of the tree swing, you know he hurt something really bad.
Poor Irish Woman. She was just getting me to the point where I was semi-functional when Boo needed to be taken for X-rays. I’m just glad we stocked up on bourbon during our mini-vacation.
Boo ended up with a broken foot, a set of crutches, and a bad attitude.
He does, however, seem to enjoy the knee scooter the orthopedist rented to us so that he has a bit more mobility.
- Now to convince him that it’s not a skateboard.
I’ve been trying to write, I really have. But typing when you don’t have use of one of your index fingers is really, really hard.

by daddybear71 on August 12, 2019 • Permalink

Posted by daddybear71 on August 12, 2019

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