Dilated

What a wash of a day!

I had to go to the eye Dr today and I was there for TWO HOURS! I was with an employee for all of about 15 minutes. Aww nuts. The worst part however was that they dilated my eyes, and my appointment was at 9 this morning so it ate up my WHOLE DAY. Note to self all eye appts to be scheduled late in the afternoon. I made this one earlier because last time it took 2 hours as well and I thought maybe it won't take so long. Apparently it makes precious little difference when your appointment is, but I much prefer to be able to do something with my day. I came home and tried but with your eyes closed it is kind of hard to see. I don't remember it bugging me so much last time. I really thought I could get something done, so much for that. The part that I wasn't sleeping or in that office I was sportin' this look:




I know it's becoming but I would just as soon do without all that comes along with it: Getting Absolutely NOTHING Done!

I tried to get a shot of my dilated eyes for you but it was really to late. However I did get a fleeting picture of Lilly - the fairy that lives in my eye:



She's on the left

Isn't she cute!? She is kind of shy and doesn't come out a lot so I mad the most of the photo opp I think.

Not over till ...

So here I sit on the morning of Herbert's second birthday and I am realizing I haven't written anything about the last years saga. I thought I would wait until I knew the out come, but it has taken this long to know, and I am not sure that I know, now. So, here goes nothin'...

Herbert is what we named my finger after they cut part of it off. Yeah, Yeah I am a little strange, but I am OK with that. So, Herbert did great for a full year after amputation and then Dec of 2008 rolled around and he seemed to have developed a zit right on top of his head. (I thought it a little odd myself). It had done this once before, popped, and gone back to normal so... yeah... It didn't go back to normal. It EXPLODED. Really. It changed shape, it got shorter, I'm serious. So, off to the Dr. Again. Staph, positive, antibiotics for 2 weeks.

After Christmas it was still draining, then... I was changing the bandage one day and a piece of dead flesh peaked out of the hole in the end of my finger. Dr. Again. He cut and sent to the lab this wad of obviously misplaced flesh and thought it wise to send me to Orthopedics. The Ortho-resident saw me that afternoon agreed with everything my primary Doc said and sent me home with instructions to return to ortho if need be. So more antibiotics and another 2 weeks later Herbert was still draining and I was doing my best not to mess with him when one afternoon a sort of plug fell out of the top of my finger leaving another monstrous hole in the end of my finger. Doctor. Ortho was not able to see me but my primary was. He cut off some of the calluses around the hole, told me he thought that was what needed to happen all along and sent me home with more antibiotics to wait some more. Ortho called me back looked at the diagnosis, no worries total agreement, by this time it was February.

Long about April I was getting impatient, Herbert was still draining and we landed ourselves back in Ortho with the resident who began to talk of surgery. (I KNOW that would make 7) His diagnosis it seems was that I had what was called a fisher; outside skin formed inside, and that my body was consistently filling this pocket with fluid causing the drainage. It would have to be cut out and sewn together "I am scheduling you to see our hand specialist"

Oh Yay.

It would be a month before we could get in and boy was I nervous. It seemed to be getting better, but still draining. Easter came and It had all but stopped. Finally. It had a callous on top about the size of that zit so long ago but all together it seemed better. I kept the specialist appt anyway and he said "looks OK maybe it has done it's thing, call if it changes."

For months it was fine, seemingly. Then, the last week in July, Pop, drain, Here we go again. Almost two years after the accident still dealing with the healing process. "Will this NEVER end?" I got very down, I didn't want to go to the Dr again; and I didn't for 2 weeks. I was hoping it would go away. Then, this hard, sharp, skinny piece of something began poking it's little nose out of the hole under the callous. "WELL, this is interesting." Doctor. But not the Ortho Dr the last I heard form them was surgery and I didn't like that.

Now, in one of my Weight Watcher meetings, there was a man that had cut off his fingers and then grown a round fingernail that laid flat against the end of his finger. Could that be it?

Nobody really thought that probable, everyone said Herbert was to short for that...

2%

Welcome to my life.

So I guess you could say Herbert is "well" again at this point. But I do think that whether or not it's true, I have to believe that Herbert has a fingernail. If for no other reason than my sanity I must believe it. Nothing is changing. Nothing is going away. And Every few days I have to file his "horn" down even with the rest of my finger. They just came out with that new animated movie with the monsters and aliens and there is that blue cyclops... Yep, looks like Herbert.

So what do you think?


Is he


a Cyclops,



Is He




a Unicorn,


or is he





a Pinocchio?



Happy Birthday Herbert!