It's Still All About the Thumb

I think the picture tells it all. Hospital gown, half-out-of-it expression. Yup, on the 20th I met with my doctor to go over my MRI results. My thumb, the same digit I had been taking fifteen Advil a day for (apparently of which is a lot) was not jammed as I had thought, but had a torn ligiment inside it. F-ab-u-lous! Ugh.

Mom was there at my side the whole time, even nodded and said okay to my request of pizza for dinner and at the idea that I said I'd be running just a few days later, neither of which ended up happening. It took me three days of lying on the couch and drug induced sleeping just to get over the surgery, the whole thing being more rough on my body than I thought was possible.

In just a week I'll be getting a cast for a month and then I'll be back to my splint for a bit. It's nice to be getting the show on the road!