blkdragon

grounded
2006-03-10 06:04:59 (UTC)

Roll with me now.

3/9/06 Got my hand caught in the press this morning, talk
about pain, my hand stopped the press. Kenny began to
panic, I had to instruct him to take the folder out and
reverse the press, he wanted to take the roller out; I was
not about to stand at that press looking at my hand caught
for the next 15 minutes. I had to walk around the shop
looking for Jack, when I found him I told him that I needed
to go to the hospital and why, he wanted me to follow him;
I was hyperventilating and needed to sit down and regulate
my breathing. He returned and I followed him to the
offices, I sat in the waiting area and waited for John to
escort me to the hospital. John and I made small talk on
the way, I was keeping the shock at bay.
I was racked by waves and spasms of pain by 9am, the Nurse
gave me two pills, I can’t remember what they were. Xray
was murder, I had to move my hand in ways that didn’t seem
possible, the techs were concerned and I told them to do
whatever they had to. The pain began to overwhelm me, I
couldn’t walk back to the ER, the attendant found a
wheelchair and took me back. I returned to the bed and
tried to manage the waves, I began a deep breathing
technique and was successful until the waves enlarged, now
I was experiencing body-quakes; I can only imagine John’s
discomfort at having to watch my heaving body.
I tried to get comfortable, breathe in deeply, exhale until
the last of the breath was expelled; it would work it’s
calming effect until the next quake overshadowed the one
before. The Nurse entered the room with two needles, one
Tetanus and one Morphine, the Tetanus caused blood to spurt
from my rotator cuff. I wondered if it were wise to shoot
me with Morphine after giving me two painkillers? The Dr
had to cut the ring off my finger, the ring was all that
kept my hand from being broken and the glove allowed me to
keep my skin, without the glove; the press would have
ripped the skin completely off the meat of my fingers . An
ex co-worker had his skin ripped off his hand until it
looked like a Ballpark Frank.
I’m typing with my left hand swollen, I’m feeling a
residual of discomfort and pain, was told that the pain
tonight would be horrid; we’ll see. I’m seeing myself at
the rink tonight, struggling to lace my skates, driving
with my right hand instead of my left. When I came home, I
stopped at my desk, began typing and found myself getting
disoriented; I raced to lay down and recover. I’m lucid and
managing, all will be well with the Grace of God, I have
been truly blessed today; now let me pray!
9:57 pm Skating went ok, tried to keep it low key, fingers
looking like I’m wearing padding on each knuckle. I had no
problem rolling, thought the movement of my arm might
aggravate my hand, didn’t happen; I did have to continually
readjust the ace bandage I’d wrapped my hand in. Kim seems
to want me to talk to her, it’s not going to happen. Dave
was talking to two girls from Saratoga Lake, he told one of
them that I could teach her how to skate on her toes, he
really needs to not offer my time to anyone; I’m not
hunting pussy, he is. Sheridan was skating tonight, he’s
going for surgery next week, I’m to hang at his place
tomorrow night. Brian skated tonight also, he seems to want
my validation for his skill, he’s reckless and
inconsiderate; I’ve told him before. Brian tries hard, he’s
got about as much rhythm as a piece of dried wood. When Kim
saw me watching her, she kicked her step up a notch, that
was amusing. People were wondering why my hand was
bandaged, few found out.
I called Kathy and Charles, he’s supposed to come by
tomorrow morning. I called Joshua, Toya and Donna, let them
know what happened and told them that I was ok. I got to
speak to my Nephew Dane tonight, that was haltingly
pleasant. I called Jason and told him that the rumors of my
death were unfounded. Now I’ll bid you all a good night.
Again, FATHER, I thank YOU!




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