Yesterday morning, at work at about 0430 I slipped one the ice and went down a little hard. While sitteing on the ground I thought to myself with amusement "this is gonna hurt tomorrow..got up with a small chuckle and went to wipe the snow off my ass. As soon as my hand touched my clothing....INSTANT PAIN!!!!.....I immediately cupped my injured hand with my good one and thought WTF is wrong with my hand?!?!
I went over to the light and looked down at it...(imagine that your hand is laying palm down, fingers flat on a table. Now imagine that the pinky finger at the very last knuckle, is pointing directly upward at a 90 degree angle . Think of an "L" lying on it's back.)...after my confusion as to what I was looking at I concluded either broken or dislocated. what's done is done . I thought to myself "man this is gonna hurt" as I grasped the finger with my other hand and attempted to pop it back into place....after hopping about for about 5 minutes, not able to curse, whine, or say a word because of the pain I had just inflicted on my injured finger, I talked to myself once again (yes out loud) I said to myself "well that sure as fuck ain't gonna happen. However after wondering what to do, going over my options through my head (silently this time), I came to the conclusion that broken or not it has to go back into place...I had stuff that I had to do that morning, and I was determined to go do them, but I could not with a fingertip that points back at myself if I look at the back of my hand. Frustrated, I laid my hand palm down on a table...looked at it....lined it up..and karate chopped/leaned onto the fingertip hearing it "crunch" back into it's socket. I yelped like a fucking puppy as soon as contact was made, but, once everything was back where it should be, relief was immediate, just a very slight dull throb, not too much pain. So I go ahead and do my work for the day and get home at about 5pm. So approx 12 hours of using the finger. I knew it was not broken, I had just dislocated it.
Onto my rant...
I get home for lunch today (I live very close to work) and call a doc's office just for advice. The receptionist ...just doing what she's supposed to....tells me that the doc cannot really give advice without seeing me. She asks if it happened at work, and I say yes...mistake...now in order for me to be seen by my doctor (which I don't want to do anyway), I have to go into work, find the person that handles workman's comp claims (about a 20 mile drive from my actual worksite), re-explain the entire story to that person, wait for a claim number, then go see my doctor (given that all paperwork is in order). I chuckle to the receptionist and tell her ...nevermind I'll just use my insurance that I have (that is paid for by my work anyways), and she says that I cannot since she cannot ethically allow me to now that she knows it happened at work. I tried .."oh my mistake, it was on the way to work" ....no dice. Why the fuck do I have to go through all this rigamorale just to have someone say "take some motrin (anti-inflammatory) and keep it iced, let me see you in a few days (ANOTHER APPOINTMENT) to see how its coming along"
That last sentence was word for word what I said to her over the phone...she didn't appreciate it . Needless to say, I'm just gonna deal with it and see how it goes for the next few days. If it's slowed me down, it might've been by maybe 3-5% of what I usually do, so i don't really see the need to go through all of that BS.
I went over to the light and looked down at it...(imagine that your hand is laying palm down, fingers flat on a table. Now imagine that the pinky finger at the very last knuckle, is pointing directly upward at a 90 degree angle . Think of an "L" lying on it's back.)...after my confusion as to what I was looking at I concluded either broken or dislocated. what's done is done . I thought to myself "man this is gonna hurt" as I grasped the finger with my other hand and attempted to pop it back into place....after hopping about for about 5 minutes, not able to curse, whine, or say a word because of the pain I had just inflicted on my injured finger, I talked to myself once again (yes out loud) I said to myself "well that sure as fuck ain't gonna happen. However after wondering what to do, going over my options through my head (silently this time), I came to the conclusion that broken or not it has to go back into place...I had stuff that I had to do that morning, and I was determined to go do them, but I could not with a fingertip that points back at myself if I look at the back of my hand. Frustrated, I laid my hand palm down on a table...looked at it....lined it up..and karate chopped/leaned onto the fingertip hearing it "crunch" back into it's socket. I yelped like a fucking puppy as soon as contact was made, but, once everything was back where it should be, relief was immediate, just a very slight dull throb, not too much pain. So I go ahead and do my work for the day and get home at about 5pm. So approx 12 hours of using the finger. I knew it was not broken, I had just dislocated it.
Onto my rant...
I get home for lunch today (I live very close to work) and call a doc's office just for advice. The receptionist ...just doing what she's supposed to....tells me that the doc cannot really give advice without seeing me. She asks if it happened at work, and I say yes...mistake...now in order for me to be seen by my doctor (which I don't want to do anyway), I have to go into work, find the person that handles workman's comp claims (about a 20 mile drive from my actual worksite), re-explain the entire story to that person, wait for a claim number, then go see my doctor (given that all paperwork is in order). I chuckle to the receptionist and tell her ...nevermind I'll just use my insurance that I have (that is paid for by my work anyways), and she says that I cannot since she cannot ethically allow me to now that she knows it happened at work. I tried .."oh my mistake, it was on the way to work" ....no dice. Why the fuck do I have to go through all this rigamorale just to have someone say "take some motrin (anti-inflammatory) and keep it iced, let me see you in a few days (ANOTHER APPOINTMENT) to see how its coming along"
That last sentence was word for word what I said to her over the phone...she didn't appreciate it . Needless to say, I'm just gonna deal with it and see how it goes for the next few days. If it's slowed me down, it might've been by maybe 3-5% of what I usually do, so i don't really see the need to go through all of that BS.
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