Well it has been entirely to long since I last posted something on this blog. I am going to blame this atrocity on my little incident with a window. My entire life I have roamed the nights in my sleep doing various odd things; ranging from holding conversations with people, trying to leave the house and sometimes screaming. but almost six weeks ago I did something a bit different, I punched out my window! The first thing I remember is waking up in the middle of my room with my hand bleeding; my first instinct was to put my hand in my mouth so the blood wouldn't get everywhere. but after a couple of seconds I realized that there was a lot more blood than I thought. so I stubbled around and felt for my light to my room and when I found it I opened my door to find my roommates standing there with a bat and a hammer. What they must have saw when I opened my door had to have been straight out of a horror movie. I was covered in blood head to toe and kind of delirious; after it was figured out that I was awake and no one was trying to break into the house we tried to decide what to do about my hand. It was when I noticed I couldn't move my pinky at all as well as I could see the bone of my knuckle that we decided to go to the ER. After all of the chaos of the ER trip it was discovered that I had completely severed the tendon to my pinky. This meant I needed surgery immediately and was soon under the knife to regain the use of my pinky.
Evidently tendon damage is a lot more serious than I thought; I am in week six and I am still not even close to 100% healed. Here is a visual journey through the perils of window punching.
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| 5 AM in the ER |
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| In the ER |
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| What it looked like Pre-Surgery |
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| Me all doped up after the Surgery |
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| Post Operation Scar |
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| Robot arm view 1 |
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| Robot arm view 2 |
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| Robot arm view 3 |
So now I am on week four of wearing this robotic contraption on my hand to rehabilitate my pinky. the going is slow, basically all I am allowed to do is to push down on the little sling a couple times an hour. My guess is that I am going to be rehabbing for another month or two. So that is the basic story of how I became a robot and haven't been posting for a while; I left out the side stories and some of the irrelevant details, because if I hadn't I would be rambling on forever.
Don't Punch out windows,
Ben
