So, guess what happened to me on the way to my bedroom?
Before your mind goes into overdrive, let me tell you - I burst a blood vessel in my hand.
How? I’m glad you asked...because I love to swing my arms while I walk. This alone isn't that dangerous, but when your hallway is filled with bookshelves, it can be hazardous to your health. Let's just say a bookshelf got in the way of my swinging arm.
But, I'm so used to it, that after shouting a word that's better left in the bathroom, I kept walking.
Now, picture this: It's an hour later and I'm sitting at my laptop typing. My hand is itchy. I ignore it. It starts to feel...funny. I rub it. Mercy! Somethings wrong! I look down at my hand and I've got a humongous blue lump ready to burst!
I show it to hubby who looks stunned but then kicks into his First Responder persona and starts to question me. I'm now back in the bedroom trying to find matching socks so I can head into the nearest medical clinic. Hubby suggests I phone the Saskatchewan Health Line. Brilliant! I go to the fridge, phone in hand, and call it in.
Ten minutes later, I hang up. The diagnosis is that yes, it appears I have a broken blood vessel in my hand. The nurse was concerned with my high BP so I have to keep an eye on my hand (unlike the first hour where I ignored it). I’m to put ice on it for 20 mins every couple hours and keep the hand elevated above my heart. If it bursts, (yikes) I’m to report in for sutures.
By the time I was off the phone, hubby handed me a little Ziploc baggie partially filled with frozen green peas. Awwh. I kept it on the req’d time, put it back in the fridge, and now 6 hrs after the fact, just realized I should’ve used it again...at least a couple more times. Oops.
The nurse had said it probably got so big because there’s not much besides bones in a hand and the blood had nowhere else to go. After keeping my hand elevated most of this evening, I can honestly say the swelling has gone down, but it’s not gone. Apparently it can take 7-10 days to return to normal. In the meantime, I’m to try not to use it.
Not use it? I’m a writer on a deadline!!!
So, I probably shouldn’t be typing this because as my fingers are working, I feel tingling under, on and around the injured area.
Why am I telling you this? Because you never know when you’ll need a good idea for a story, of course.