Way back in June sometime my middle finger on my right hand met with disaster. Disaster of the glass kind. I have always been a little accident prone (just ask my mom who used to call me Calamity Ann Brown) but this was totally not my fault. My fingers lightly grazed the kitchen counter, I said “ouch” and looked down to see blood oozing from my finger. Now if you have read any of my blood related posts you know that I am not the bravest thing around when it comes to the red liquid. Somehow a teeeeeeny splinter of glass that came from who knows where jumped into my fingertip. Chris made me go sit down. Smart man. (He married me, after all).
After the blood flow was under control—hours later with a tight bandage and holding my finger above my head—-the brave husband tried to see if he could get it out. No dice. It was in too deep. I whined. I complained. I whined some more. He assured me it would work its way out. I was doubtful. I saw amputation in my future.
I kept it bandaged and about this time we were traveling to and from from Lima to help out with my father in law. The finger got no better. In fact it felt horrible. Every time I accidentally touched something it hurt. It felt like……there was a piece of glass in it. Imagine that! Youngest son Aaron with skills of a ninja and surgeon to the rescue. I told him I could take it no more so he grabbed some tweezers and proceeded to start the extraction. I had used drawing salve on it–that stuff that looks like tar. It had worked somewhat. I could finally feel a little point so Aaron was able to extract the shard of glass which was more like a minuscule sliver. Yay for Aaron. Unfortunately it broke during the procedure. Part remained but it was still better than it had been. I could still feel it and some days it really hurt but what else could I do?
Fast forward to October 28th. A full 4 months later. Taking my contacts out I noticed blood on the tip of my middle finger. What the heck?????? Upon further examination I saw the slightest pointy thing sticking out where the blood was. I gingerly pulled at it and extracted —yes—the final piece of the sliver of glass. My wise husband, as I was dancing around in joyful celebration , said “well, your body had to eventually reject it”. I still can not believe it! I woke up this morning and have full use of my middle finger. No cautious keyboard typing! No searing pain if I hit the finger just so. I would like to think it is a Halloween miracle. Really! It is!!! And as another wise friend said “It’s the power of the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.” I BELIEVE!!!!