2011 is my fifteen year hand anniversary and I am on a personal-day-holiday.
The best part about my fifteen year anniversary -- is that for the first time in fifteen years -- I can "just breathe". Inhale. Exhale. I am okay. The pain is dissipating. And I am thankful!
i.lost.ONE.finger.or.TWO
definitely ONE. definitely the use of TWO.
it was not the best day of my life.
october.3.1996
i had a cut that resembled a papercut. not open. not deep. not threatening. until I came in contact with a person with strep throat. the strep infection invaded my cut via coughing or sneezing. it became staph infection. THE FLESH-EATING BACTERIA. GANGRENE.
for those of you who know: you can skip this post.
for those of you who don't know, here are some "clean" tips:
1. WASH YOUR HANDS
2. NEVER KISS A "BOO-BOO", EVER! (KISS NEXT TO IT, AROUND IT, ABOVE IT, BELOW IT... NEVER, EVER ON IT!)
3. NEVER PUT YOUR FINGERS IN YOUR MOUTH AFTER A PAPERCUT OR ANY OTHER TYPE OF CUT!
4. PUT ON A BAND-AID. Or Plaster. YES, EVEN ON A PAPERCUT!
6 months in and out of the hospital.
365 daily visits to a hand surgeon.
10 hand surgeries.
4 long years of constant doctor monitoring.
40 prescriptions for pain pills.
1200 codeine tablets. (not for sale)
1 prosthetic.
4 doctors.
1 special doctor who saved my life and my hand.
$1,000,000 dollars, at least.
1 conclusion: disability.
1 future possibility: more amputation.
THANK YOU, DR. BOB! AND 'NURSES' CARLA AND DEBBIE! You're my heroes!
