Bird On A Wire.
About a month ago Melyssa and I did something really stupid and impulsive. We bought a beagle puppy.
Wondering why you haven't heard about it before now? Said puppy didn't last more than 24 hours. She ended up being more of a rent-a-puppy-to-find-out-just-how-stupid-you-are-and-how-far-you-can-push-your-mother(in law).
Melyssa's mum (rightfully so) lost her shit that we'd bought a puppy even though she'd made it very clear that the one we have is more than she wants. And what good is a fight that only goes one way?
There was yelling. There was screaming. There was crying. Doors were slammed. Somehow coffee ended up on the walls. And the floor. And the table. And behind the futon. (I really wanted that coffee that day too.)
At the end of the fight... or at least the pinnacle where one walks away dramatically (usually followed by the accusatory "Don't walk away from me!") Melyssa pushed her way through a swinging door by slapping it with her palms.
Come on. You know you would have done it too. And you probably would have felt satisfied and moved on and been just peachy keen. The door probably would have even slammed satisfactorily into the wall, and at worst bruised your shoulder on the way back.
But you're not Melyssa.
Oh no. Not Melyssa. Melyssa hit a swinging door that decided not to open. Melyssa didn't open her palms flat. Melyssa is freaky flexible and had just the tips of her fingers bent. Melyssa broke the end of her finger.
But did she just break it? Of course not. She managed to break it and fracture it.
But this was a month ago, why do we still care?
Two weeks ago whilst she was at work one of the doctors got a glimpse in passing at how her finger was healing and immediately pulled her aside. Next thing she knew she had a referral to see a specialist in Sydney and the day off.
Since it was just a regular appointment, and we didn't want to juggle Kylan on a train for an hour and a half, Melyssa went up to her appointment alone.
And... found out that she needed surgery on her finger.
Fucking surgery.
And you know when they did it? 5 minutes later! So while Melyssa was there all alone, expecting to be told to keep it splinted another couple weeks, she was having a screw put in her finger.
But at least it's all done and right and over and we don't have to worry about it anymore. Sure, 2 weeks off work when we shouldn't really be affording it, but it's a (forced) holiday! We'll enjoy it.
2 weeks later, and back in Sydney alone (you'd think we'd learn) Melyssa was due to have her splint checked and another x-ray done. So she's sitting there, in the hand clinic, and while she's waiting with a couple other patients she sees an x-ray up on the light board. And it is a GNARLY x-ray. The kind you want to get up and look at closely and be grateful that's not you.
Except this is Melyssa.
It was her x-ray. And her screw had moved. And she was back in 3 pieces. And not only that, the screw was now sitting in the middle of a nerve cluster.
By the way, nerve clusters don't show up on x-rays. Do you know how they find where they are in relation to a loose screw? They twist your finger around until it hurts.
A week later, and 3 weeks off work, we were back in Sydney. They took out the faulty screw and replaced it with a long piece of wire. And I mean LONG wire. So long it's hanging out the end of her finger.
Hanging. Out.
You'd think that's the worst of it. But you have to remember, this is Melyssa we're talking about.
In 3 weeks, they're taking the wire out. Scratch that. RIPPING the wire out. With pliers. Just grabbing it and giving it a great big YYYAAANNNKKK!
I can't wait to watch!
Still curious? Keep scrolling...
Wondering why you haven't heard about it before now? Said puppy didn't last more than 24 hours. She ended up being more of a rent-a-puppy-to-find-out-just-how-stupid-you-are-and-how-far-you-can-push-your-mother(in law).
Melyssa's mum (rightfully so) lost her shit that we'd bought a puppy even though she'd made it very clear that the one we have is more than she wants. And what good is a fight that only goes one way?
There was yelling. There was screaming. There was crying. Doors were slammed. Somehow coffee ended up on the walls. And the floor. And the table. And behind the futon. (I really wanted that coffee that day too.)
At the end of the fight... or at least the pinnacle where one walks away dramatically (usually followed by the accusatory "Don't walk away from me!") Melyssa pushed her way through a swinging door by slapping it with her palms.
Come on. You know you would have done it too. And you probably would have felt satisfied and moved on and been just peachy keen. The door probably would have even slammed satisfactorily into the wall, and at worst bruised your shoulder on the way back.
But you're not Melyssa.
Oh no. Not Melyssa. Melyssa hit a swinging door that decided not to open. Melyssa didn't open her palms flat. Melyssa is freaky flexible and had just the tips of her fingers bent. Melyssa broke the end of her finger.
But did she just break it? Of course not. She managed to break it and fracture it.
But this was a month ago, why do we still care?
Two weeks ago whilst she was at work one of the doctors got a glimpse in passing at how her finger was healing and immediately pulled her aside. Next thing she knew she had a referral to see a specialist in Sydney and the day off.
Since it was just a regular appointment, and we didn't want to juggle Kylan on a train for an hour and a half, Melyssa went up to her appointment alone.
And... found out that she needed surgery on her finger.
Fucking surgery.
And you know when they did it? 5 minutes later! So while Melyssa was there all alone, expecting to be told to keep it splinted another couple weeks, she was having a screw put in her finger.
But at least it's all done and right and over and we don't have to worry about it anymore. Sure, 2 weeks off work when we shouldn't really be affording it, but it's a (forced) holiday! We'll enjoy it.
2 weeks later, and back in Sydney alone (you'd think we'd learn) Melyssa was due to have her splint checked and another x-ray done. So she's sitting there, in the hand clinic, and while she's waiting with a couple other patients she sees an x-ray up on the light board. And it is a GNARLY x-ray. The kind you want to get up and look at closely and be grateful that's not you.
Except this is Melyssa.
It was her x-ray. And her screw had moved. And she was back in 3 pieces. And not only that, the screw was now sitting in the middle of a nerve cluster.
By the way, nerve clusters don't show up on x-rays. Do you know how they find where they are in relation to a loose screw? They twist your finger around until it hurts.
A week later, and 3 weeks off work, we were back in Sydney. They took out the faulty screw and replaced it with a long piece of wire. And I mean LONG wire. So long it's hanging out the end of her finger.
Hanging. Out.
You'd think that's the worst of it. But you have to remember, this is Melyssa we're talking about.
In 3 weeks, they're taking the wire out. Scratch that. RIPPING the wire out. With pliers. Just grabbing it and giving it a great big YYYAAANNNKKK!
I can't wait to watch!
Still curious? Keep scrolling...
posted by Emily. at
10:03 AM
1 Comments:
thanks for the full update. i've been wondering what the hell happened :]
hope it gets better soooon!
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