Monday, July 27, 2009

Updates and clarifications

You know some clarifications on my last post so no one is uncomfortable. The handsome charming ex-boyfriend really ceased being an ex-boyfriend a very long time ago. Truth is, he is our dear friend now. Sam and I enjoy having him over, talking to him in that easy way that you do with old friends about his incredibly interesting life. If I had to nearly amputate my finger, I was actually glad to do it in front of him, because he is cool-headed but sympathetic, much like my beautiful, charming, handsome husband. I really was just trying to illustrate the point that I am so very uncool. So very.

Last night, after experiencing my hand being completely numb, my pain threshold being maxed out, nausea, dizziness and hot flashes, I decided that we needed to go to the emergency room. I unbandaged myself and the finger oozed, and was twice the size. It was getting worse not better. I kept thinking of that Elf quote, "My finger has a heartbeat." We dropped Bea off and headed to the hospital. Five hours later, I got a script for an antibiotic, and probably picked up half a dozen viruses from my heavy-breathing emergency room lurkers. I overheard some guy with an ice pack on his head on the phone, "Yeah, Mom thinks it's meningitis. So she made me goto the hospital, dude."

I took a bunch of pictures of my finger. I want to remember what it looks like when you do something stupid. I'm tempted to post one, just to hear the digital ewwwws. I overheard the nurses joking about me.
"What a night."
"Yeah, we even have a lady who stuck her hand in a blender."
"That's gross."

I was okay until they took us back in a little room finally, where we were told to hurry up and wait. The curtain. And the waiting, and the ER smells, and the public health posters became overwhelming in the early hours of morning, and I cried. I looked at Sam, and I said, "I miss her."
"And Lucy?"
"Yes. I miss them both."

That room, the anticipation, took me right back to December. Right back. I wanted to be in bed, moaning, and I missed Lucy, last heard in a room much like the one in which I was sitting. It just became too much. The Murphy's Law of waiting rooms is just when you crack, the doctor walks into the room. So, here I am, with a little bitty finger cut crying, and in walks the lady who takes care of dunderheads.


If you are really interested in having a baby lost weekend (See how I did that?), please send me an email (uberangie (at) gmail (dot) com). I sort of need to get an idea of how many people are interested in a real way for organizing. This retreat would be on the East Coast, most likely outside of Philadelphia (or in), possibly the Jersey shore, on a weekend in October/November. I am SOOOOO excited.

I will try not to talk about my finger anymore, unless they eventually amputate, in which case, I might obsessively talk about that for a while.


  1. I wish I could come on a baby lost weekend but I'm an ocean away. Boo.

    Hope the finger isn't feeling too sore.


  2. Yes, I want to see it. I'm weird that way I guess. :)

    I wish I could join you as well, but I know it's not in the budget. Now if you want to come here and sit and look at clouds for free, I'm in!

    I bet that throbbing really hurt. I'm hoping the antibiotics helped to ease the pain at least to the point where it doesn't feel as if your finger is on fire.

    Peace, my friend.

  3. I get the remaining friends with the ex - one of the very first people to come over and sit with us was my ex - no clarification needed!

    And yes, I'm in on the Jersey shore.


  4. Please give us some warning if you post a picture of the finger. I'm squeamish and I feel I should remind that you have already posted pictures of a squished bug scaraby thing on your blog. Eeeewww.

    In all seriousness, I hope that your finger is as well as it can be given its recent encounter with the blender. It is frightening, how life can change in the blink of an eye.


  5. And i'm a whole different ocean away. I would paddle there myself if I could.
    Keep that wound clean Angie!

  6. Actually I'm kind of interested in seeing what you did to your finger. I must be weird.

    Yes, if Sal attempts to swim over I will jump on her back and come with. Sounds like a great idea.

  7. I just wanted to say that I think that you are cool...

    Hope the finger feels better soon.

  8. I totally understood what point you were trying to make with the ex bf in the original.. you're a great writer, so it was obvious! :)
    Hopefully your finger starts to heal now.. yikes, it makes me cringe to think of it! You totally should post a picture!! hehe
    A baby loss weekend sounds so amazing! This year is not so good for us though.. as I 'should' be taking care of a sweet little rainbow baby!


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