Feelin' a bit dislocated....
I'm not gonna make this very long because I currently have use of only one complete hand and 1 extra finger. Now you ask that 3-letter question: Why? Well, the answer is simple. I'm a complete and total spaz and extremely brilliant. (EDIT: It took me 2 days to write this....)
It all happened Wednesday morning at softball practice. It was towards the end of practice and coach was hitting fly balls to the outfield. I was in left field. After 2 previous balls to me, a 3rd is hit my way. Now....what happened next was one of those "WTF were you thinking/doing?" kind of moments. For some reason, I stuck my right, UNGLOVED hand out faster than moving my left, GLOVED HAND to the ball. The ball hits "THWACK" against my hand. I'm stunned for a quick moment and realize my finger is in pain. I look down to see a CROOKED finger. I ran over to one of the other assistant coaches in an extreme panic and said "I think my finger is broken!!!" He goes "Aww shit...lemmie see your hand." *Leah shows crooked finger* "No its just dislocated.....Shit" We go over to the head coach and let him know that I have to be run to the ER (for the 2nd time within one month mind you...remember the lip incident?). So practice ends a few mins later newayz and we head back towards school. On the way back we run into bad traffic onto the BQE. Every so often the girls ask how I'm doing and I tell them I'm fine (with a bit of pain but wutever. I got myself into that fix).
We get off the BQE and pull up in front of Long Island College Hospital (didn't even realize it) and me and Akil (the lucky person to be stuck with me for the day) got out the van. Akil signs in for me, I go to the registration area and wait to be called on by the triage nurse (which was like 20 mins later). She takes my vital signs and we go back out into the waiting room to wait to be taken to an examination room. another 20 mins pass and I'm called to the examination room. The dr looks at my finger and suggests she tries to fix it then but I chicken and she leaves me alone. X-ray summons me and Akil and I run into my mom who musta been looking for us (I asked Akil to call her when we first got there). We wait another 10 mins abbt (as a very sick and puking guy passed by us on a gurney) and then they finally take me into the X-ray room and take 3 shots of my crooked finger. Go back to the examination room and the nurse says that the orthopedic dr will be down to see me in 20 mins.
That 20 turned into about 40 mins. She came down and took a look at the finger. She attempts to straighten out my finger but I'm still a bit skittish so she doesn't and gets the nurse to give me a painkiller. I wind up getting Percocet (I think it was more to calm me down than nething really since I was so skittish abbt getting my finger popped back in). The drug takes its effect quickly making me a bit dizzy and drowsy......then, not being able to wait ne longer...she takes hold of my hand and reassures me that the pain will be only for 2 seconds and then a distant memory before I can say OW. My mom takes the other hand and the doc gets to work. Dear GOD that 2 seconds really hurt....I let out a little yelp and think "damn, thas a lot of cracking my finger just did" Doc straightens out my finger and goes "That wasn't that bad was it?" I say "No, it wasn't. But that sure was alot of cracking I heard" That made everyone laugh. She puts my right hand into a splint (a couple strips of gauze with a few pieces of plaster) then wraps it and my hand in 2 ace bandages. I went back to X-ray (extremely dizzily cuz of the Percocet) to make sure the finger was straight. Afterwards the doc shows us the before and after X-rays...dear God the before was slightly gruesome, but at least I didn't have to go thru nemore. I get discharged, my mom drops Akil back to Poly and we go to IHOP. Yum. When I got home I wound up sleeping for hours. I even slept thru Akil calling to say that he was on his way over (the woke up right after he left). Thas pretty much the story. I have to wear the splint for 2-3 weeks. I guess its wat I get for jinxing myself the day before (I was compaining to Akil how much I suck and that I'll wind up having to learn how to write with my left hand [the ball hitting my right hand in the palm was unfortunately a usual occurence]). The more that I think of it, the more I think this was Divine intervention. God was sending me a message for my negative self-talk.....at least that's what I believe.
It all happened Wednesday morning at softball practice. It was towards the end of practice and coach was hitting fly balls to the outfield. I was in left field. After 2 previous balls to me, a 3rd is hit my way. Now....what happened next was one of those "WTF were you thinking/doing?" kind of moments. For some reason, I stuck my right, UNGLOVED hand out faster than moving my left, GLOVED HAND to the ball. The ball hits "THWACK" against my hand. I'm stunned for a quick moment and realize my finger is in pain. I look down to see a CROOKED finger. I ran over to one of the other assistant coaches in an extreme panic and said "I think my finger is broken!!!" He goes "Aww shit...lemmie see your hand." *Leah shows crooked finger* "No its just dislocated.....Shit" We go over to the head coach and let him know that I have to be run to the ER (for the 2nd time within one month mind you...remember the lip incident?). So practice ends a few mins later newayz and we head back towards school. On the way back we run into bad traffic onto the BQE. Every so often the girls ask how I'm doing and I tell them I'm fine (with a bit of pain but wutever. I got myself into that fix).
We get off the BQE and pull up in front of Long Island College Hospital (didn't even realize it) and me and Akil (the lucky person to be stuck with me for the day) got out the van. Akil signs in for me, I go to the registration area and wait to be called on by the triage nurse (which was like 20 mins later). She takes my vital signs and we go back out into the waiting room to wait to be taken to an examination room. another 20 mins pass and I'm called to the examination room. The dr looks at my finger and suggests she tries to fix it then but I chicken and she leaves me alone. X-ray summons me and Akil and I run into my mom who musta been looking for us (I asked Akil to call her when we first got there). We wait another 10 mins abbt (as a very sick and puking guy passed by us on a gurney) and then they finally take me into the X-ray room and take 3 shots of my crooked finger. Go back to the examination room and the nurse says that the orthopedic dr will be down to see me in 20 mins.
That 20 turned into about 40 mins. She came down and took a look at the finger. She attempts to straighten out my finger but I'm still a bit skittish so she doesn't and gets the nurse to give me a painkiller. I wind up getting Percocet (I think it was more to calm me down than nething really since I was so skittish abbt getting my finger popped back in). The drug takes its effect quickly making me a bit dizzy and drowsy......then, not being able to wait ne longer...she takes hold of my hand and reassures me that the pain will be only for 2 seconds and then a distant memory before I can say OW. My mom takes the other hand and the doc gets to work. Dear GOD that 2 seconds really hurt....I let out a little yelp and think "damn, thas a lot of cracking my finger just did" Doc straightens out my finger and goes "That wasn't that bad was it?" I say "No, it wasn't. But that sure was alot of cracking I heard" That made everyone laugh. She puts my right hand into a splint (a couple strips of gauze with a few pieces of plaster) then wraps it and my hand in 2 ace bandages. I went back to X-ray (extremely dizzily cuz of the Percocet) to make sure the finger was straight. Afterwards the doc shows us the before and after X-rays...dear God the before was slightly gruesome, but at least I didn't have to go thru nemore. I get discharged, my mom drops Akil back to Poly and we go to IHOP. Yum. When I got home I wound up sleeping for hours. I even slept thru Akil calling to say that he was on his way over (the woke up right after he left). Thas pretty much the story. I have to wear the splint for 2-3 weeks. I guess its wat I get for jinxing myself the day before (I was compaining to Akil how much I suck and that I'll wind up having to learn how to write with my left hand [the ball hitting my right hand in the palm was unfortunately a usual occurence]). The more that I think of it, the more I think this was Divine intervention. God was sending me a message for my negative self-talk.....at least that's what I believe.