Monday, April 13, 2009

Check Out This Sheeightt!!


I've been out for a minute, as most of you know.
I was injured in the line of doodie.
In the event that you would be interested, you can copy this x-ray and enlarge it.
You'll find the tip of my finger to be broken off and "severely misplaced."
Actually, this is after they put the pin in (obviously) so it isn't misplaced anymore.
I don't really know what they said misplaced anyway, I knew where it was the whole time.
Still in my finger.
Trying to come out where my fingernail should be.
The tip is actually what pushed the nail up in the first place.
It was pretty disgusting looking, and a bled like a, well...
*What has two legs and bleeds profusely? Half a cat.*
... I guess like a stuck pig. (No pun intended.)

Anyway, so this happened on day one(1), and by day three (3) I saw a "specialist" and had this nifty pin in my finger.

On a slightly related note, one day two (2) I got a different kind of nifty new pin.
This wicked-cool Zebra pen (Zebra F-701) that has a grip similar to a socket wrench.
(Maybe that's why I like it so much.)

So my "specialist" turns out to be a plastic surgeon/hand specialist.
He informs me he would have put the nail back on (coulda told me THAT sooner) and I might be able to return to work as a hand model for QVC, but it'll take about a year.
Since I injured myself not at QVC (on a renegade 9 carat topaz two finger pimp ring) but at my regular job, I don't have to pay for this hand and breasticle doctor, which makes me happy.
Of course, I can't really go to work, even when I go to work, and I can't model anymore genuine artificial emerald colored pea-gravel stones in an aluminum foil wrap gently and gracefully placed around the wrist (Much like a bracelet.) but it's still like having time off.

It's been giving me plenty of time to think about other things, like posts that need to be written, and other neat-o things.

Tonight, however, it's 545 a.m. and I'm going to bed.
I have many rules and regulations to go over tomorrow


Don't let me getcha. : )

V.V.

3 comments:

JustRex said...

I believe the word was actually "displaced". Dork. (grin) Glad to see you're back and when are you coming back? Even if you aint gonna be in the hive anymore, it will still be nice having you at least a radio call away. Was getting worried about you. You never call, you never write.....

Vinnie Vinnetti said...

Donna - Yes. Vicodin is my new (in moderation only) friend. And thanks for adding me to your reader. (and replying)

Rev - I came back yesterday and can't even get a radio. Displaced is probably right, and I AM goofy enough to screw that up (and I did) but it worked out in my favor for the joke.

JustRex said...

Dang. I missed you all the way around. I'll start checking in on my way out and wake you up. (grin)