The “high” and the “pleasure” of my title were an art day at Atlanta’s High Museum and time with friends. The “low” and the “pain” are my smushed finger and its effects – which will be shortening this post.
The story goes like this:
It was Thursday, the day of a friend’s lecture at the High Museum in conjunction with a retrospective of her artwork, mostly drawings. Another friend and I drove down through brilliant fall colors to Atlanta to see the exhibit “Susan Cofer: Draw Near.” We also went to the current exhibit from MOMA.
If you know me, you know that I love an art day. Susan’s drawings and her audio commentary on some of the MOMA works were the highlight for me. I mean, how often is the artist someone you actually know? And how often is the commentary voice on the audio tour one that is familiar?
Add to that a lovely time at dinner with a former student/current friend who joined us. The day was just getting better. And there was our friend Susan’s lecture in a bit.
We were hurrying back from dinner for the lecture, and we were pushing it close for being able to get parked and up to the auditorium in time to get seated for the lecture. So I was hurrying.
I parked by a column in the parking garage.
That probably gives you a hint as to where this is going. Hurry + column. Add a car door thrown open to grab a jacket. Add a finger between the car door and parking garage column.
You know what you get, right?
Yep, a smushed finger.
And you probably can guess the rest, too. A delayed pain response, enough time for me to get to the elevator as the ring finger on my left hand started to bleed and really throb. My getting faint and nauseated. My sitting down between the elevators (at least I think there were two). My lying down between the elevators on the nice, cool concrete floor. Lying down on the floor because I knew I needed to get my head as low as possible. The floor nice and cool because I was sweating bullets. My friend trying to figure out what to do. Security guard and another security guard and maybe a third. My friend going to get the car because it’s pretty obvious I’m in no shape to attend a lecture.
That was the most intense part, the first 10 to 15 minutes. The bleeding did stop. My faintness and nausea did subside. Since I’m now pretty expert on my body and pain and how much medical treatment I need (because of all of that cancer stuff of the past 15 months), I figured I didn’t need to go to an emergency room. I knew I didn’t need stitches. I knew that the fainting and nausea were connected with the sudden, intense pain. And all I could come up with that a doctor could do would be to give me a pill for pain. And I had some ibuprofen in my purse.
So we made the drive home. I held my hand up because of the throbbing. And I’ve been holding my hand up higher than my heart since then. I prop it up at night. It’s throbbing now because I’ve been typing some with the index finger on that hand. Time to hold it up again.
So this is almost the end of my post.
Most days have some good and bad, high and low, pleasure and pain. That’s how life is. And sometimes the pain is intense.
But you know what? It usually lessens.
One more thing for which I am grateful.
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ow ow ow…
this is awful after driving all the way there and missing Susan’s talk.
Sounds like you got the medical thing all figured out now.
That’s the second time I missed something with Susan at the High. The last time was less painful, though.
I crushed my finger today while I was at work. I work as an overnight stocker at a Walmart and i had my hand on the floor to balance myself while I was trying to place some mayonnaise on the bottom shelf. Well one of the mayonnaise jars that I had balanced on top of another jar fell off on top of my index finger. There was no delay in pain response for me i immediately felt it. Not a lot of loss in blood for me though. They just bandaged my finger, had me fill out on incident report and sent me back to work. The top of my finger has a nice scoop of skin cut out of it but the bottom of my finger looks just like your picture, all black and blue. Very glad it wasnt a bigger heavier jar or can.
My finger turned out to be broken at the end, but really, there was nothing to do for it other than splint it so it wouldn’t get hurt more. Hope yours heals quickly!
Curious, how long did your finger take to heal? The very tip of my pinky finger (not the joint) was fractured. The finger nail appears to be fine but my finger tip looks just like the picture of your finger, swollen, purple/red, very painful and using a splint for 6 weeks without much improvements (at least the pain isn’t throbbing any more).
The tip of my finger was fractured, too. The pain didn’t last as long as yours has, but it was slow healing until it quit hurting while I was typing and other times when I used the tips of my fingers. I’d say it was a year or longer before I felt it was pretty much well, though it’s still a bit numb now. I hope your pain goes away soon and that healing speeds up!