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5gts: Young Love edition.

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1. Mat Kearney’s new CD came out today. I am going to pick it up after work today. I guess I am one of the only people who still buys physical CDs.

2. Tonight I am hanging out with these girls so we can watch Shark Week and eat Thai. It is going to be such a great night.

3. This weekend I am headed to CT to see my fam, extended and not, and my friends from the east. I cannot wait to eat seafood and hug all the newest babies.

Chatfield Hollow and Family Picnic, here I come!

4. Tomorrow is book club. We have a few new members, and some non-members visiting. It is going to be such a blast. My book club ladies (and now gentleman!) make me laugh so hard I can’t breathe, and it’s always so fun I never want to leave.

5. Today we had a fire drill at work, and as a reward for doing such a good job we’re getting free frozen lemonade. I love me some frozen sugar.

Pictures of the finger…

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I’m trying to make this so you don’t have to see it if you don’t want to…

so I am making sure it’s below the scroll point…

did this work?

I think so. Let’s begin.

     
     

Right after it happened. I’d say about 10 minutes, max.

The next day, after they poked holes in the nail to alleviate some of the pressure.

For your comparison.

July 19th, after a lot of the blood had come out.

July 22nd. Looking as though it’s healing…

 Another day later.

 Yesterday, July 31. We’re getting there!

Shark Week 2011

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I went back through my blog to see all the times I’ve yammered on about how much I love Shark Week and how it’s my favorite thing and I wait all summer — year really — for this week then act like a hermit and sit in my house and stare at the TV for two hours every night so excited and scared I don’t know what to do with myself, but as it turns out, I’ve never before mentioned it on my blog? I don’t know how this can be.

Shark Week began in 1987, a mere year after my birth. I’ve been watching it since my sister and I used to wear matching outfits in different colors, which probably means about the fourth grade, which if you’re doing the math was the summer of 1996. I was ten.

When we were little we used to swim on the Martha’s Vineyard beaches where Jaws was shot. When we swam in the Sound, we convinced ourselves there were only nurse sharks, or baby lemon sharks, nothing to be afraid of. When I moved to the Pacific, I had to carefully remind myself that great white sharks don’t attack often. (Although after last night’s information, I might be changing my view.)

When I went to China for the Olympics I made sure to have somewhere DVR Shark Week, which I missed being abroad. I have yet to miss a Shark Week, making sure to watch every new episode at least once, and usually rewatching them each season when they’re on.

My sister and I have spent extensive time discussing which Shark is the most dangerous. Tiger? Bull? White? I vote bull sharks, those crazies can swim in fresh water. No one, not even in rivers, is safe, my friends.

It’s my favorite thing about summer. It’s my favorite programming all year. It’s like the best NatGeo of the year rolled into a week. I urge you to join me.

Splint. Day 5.

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things i do with my right hand:

cut. use scissors. write. use my mouse. hold the phone. blow my nose. hold my coffee cup. unbutton things. button things. hold a fork. put my contacts in. take my contacts out. brush my teeth. take photographs. change the volume on the radio. change the station on the radio. open doors. lock doors. dial a telephone. pour a bowl of cereal. pour anything. stir. put on my seatbelt. put on a band aid. open things: jars, creamer, packets. put on make up. butter bread.

things i do with both my hands:

cook. put up my hair. shower, including shampooing. wash my face. type. open my wallet. drive. wash dishes. tie my shoes. put on clothes. yoga. cut my nails. brush my hair from my face. carry things. floss. wash my hands.

pictures to come. i’ll make sure you know, so if you don’t want to see you won’t.

Nine-digit Jen.

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This was one of the names offered to me when I told some of my friends that I had broken my finger. That’s right, folks: I broke my right index finger. Just the tip. X-rays to come because they’re hysterical. (They didn’t ask me to take off my ring, which resulted in hilarity.)

I slammed my finger in my car door on Sunday. It wasn’t glamorous.  I wasn’t fighting Ninjas. I wasn’t rushing. I was just getting out of the car.

My dad, who I immediately called, said a trip to the ER was unnecessary. So I just kept it on ice all day and night. But around 3 am Monday morning, the ice had melted and I knew something was wrong.

So off to urgent care I went, where my dad said they would poke a hole in my nail. To relieve the pressure from the hematoma. (The rest of this might not be for the faint of heart.)

So at urgent care, the doctor gives me something to help with the pain (which does not help) and then sends me off to x-rays. Where I wait around for 20 minutes, watching my ice melt and realizing that my finger does not feel any better. So Jeff finds me another bucket of ice, and I then finally am called in x-ray, where the woman takes one, and then says, “It looks like we have a problem right here.”

After x-rays were taken, back to the doctor to get the needle through the nail.

“This way, you won’t lose your nail,” the doctor said. Then he pokes one hole…and another…and a third.

“Wow, yea. You’re definitely going to lose your nail.” Thanks, doc.

“So, it’s not broken?” I ask.

“I’m going to go check right now,” he says. At this point, I’m still pretty sure I’m going to be heading to work after this.

The doctor comes back as I am getting bandaged.

“Congrats. Your finger is definitely broken. It’s fractured,” he says. Into a frog splint my finger goes. Work? Not until Wednesday…

Tomorrow I head to Dr. Savage to find out what the next step is. Research says my stupid finger is going to be in this splint for about two weeks. We’ll see how that goes. Meanwhile, I am glad I once decided to use my left hand for my mouse because it it making my life so much easier!

Next up? Putting up my hair, cooking, figuring out what I can do for exercise…