The Big Tragic Incident Of 2009
So I know you’ve been wondering where I am… sorry. I know that sucks to just disappear and I’m sorry if you guys were disappointed. Here’s what happened though (I’m hoping you forgive me after you read it):
First, I am typing one-handed - not for the naughty, good reason, but because I seriously injured my hand. It will be two weeks ago tomorrow. So I have been typing challenged as well as just overall challenged as it really sucks having essentially one-hand. So the typing issue is ongoing as I am having to keep my hand bandaged for the time being.
Second, I don’t have insurance. Yeah, I’m one of “those” people. It sucks and I’m not proud of it and I wish I had insurance. Like I don’t like being irresponsible and generally am not, but this isn’t exactly an office job with a slew of tangible benefits. I’m not complaining about that, because I LOVE THIS JOB, but the facts are what they are.
Anyway, so the Big Tragic Incident Of 2009 happened leaving my hand severely injured with nary a doctor around. Well, maybe I am wrong and one or two of you are doctors, but not that I am aware of. So I thought I could take care of it myself with a little help from Google. Why not, right? I’m smart-ish, I can take care of it and keep it clean and bandaged and blah blah blah. Uh, no.
Burns apparently are not user-friendly.
I don’t want to be gross or make you not love me or think I’m flawed and icky now, but I did seriously burn my hand in a ridiculous freak accident. Like sort of… I dunno, cooked it more or less? It’s gross and it makes me lightheaded to even talk about it because then I have to think about it and OMG it hurt so bad! I thought I was going to pass out, for real, no exaggeration. All woozy and stuff!
Ok but yeah, you can’t really care for what turned out to be a second and third-degree burn with some neosporin and gauze. Silly me. So basically instead of going to the doctor in the first place, I waited nearly a week until it was way more serious than it would have been if I had just sucked it up and went in the first place. Not to mention it probably cost me a whole ton more of money than it would have, too. 
I am afraid I traded care of my hand for like my car or something because the domino effect of this is awful. I shouldn’t be in fear of having no electricity or whatever because I had to go the doctor, you know? Oh well, that kind of bitching is probably best in a different blog. Heh.
The good news is, I’m not going to croak or anything and I will have a mostly normal hand again at some point. I will have some scarring, particularly on two of my fingers where it is most severe, but all in all, not too bad for what really was a horrific freak accident that I’m not still not exactly sure how it even happened. Oh and, I’ve been doing my “exercises” too so I won’t have weird unbendy fingers in the end. I’m a good girl!
More good news is it was my left hand and I’m a rightie so it could have been a lot worse. I can still write and drive and push microwave buttons and all. Oh and diddle! I can’t believe I almost forgot that! That would have been SUPER TRAGIC had I lost my diddle-ability!
Some things are difficult. Showering is an event as I can’t get it wet because it HURTS. It is probably rather comical seeing me wash my hair and all one-handed. Typing is the suck. Washing dishes, the suck. Blah blah blah. Even simple things you don’t realize like pulling my car door closed is a pain in the butt.
Alright, so I’m not complaining, it was a stupid thing that happened, a freak accident for real, so whatever. It is what it is and it could have been a lot worse. I am still functional and finally feeling better and not so miserable and hurty and freaked out. I just wanted to let you guys know what’s been going on. I’m not going to whine and beg for get well presents although, if you wanted to… heh just kidding. I AM going to ask that you still play with me despite my icky hand right now. I miss you guys and I feel fine now and my friskiness has returned in full-force. I’m kind of lonely, too, so call and cheer me up and play naughty with me (which really cheers me up!) and stuff. K?
Now, seriously, I’m counting on you guys to still love me. I kept debating whether or not to even tell you what happened because I know you like to think of me as perfect and all. I promise I am still your naughty Amber! I just have a boo-boo!
P.S. That took me FOREVER to type! Gold star?
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