If I have one problem, I have three to follow. Sometimes I feel like the cartoon character that always has the cloud hanging over his head.
I have been sharing a story about the loss of the tip of my finger in a boat lift accident. My son and I were visiting Uncle Ed and Aunt Brenda for a weekend of fishing up at Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas. We were several hours from home and in a place we had never stayed. I had raised my arm to wave my son from the lake, when I hit a boat lift that was hanging low below my head and sliced off the end of my finger. The injury resulted in my first ambulance ride.
After the trip to the emergency room, I began to contemplate my next few days.
I am a man who enjoys the comfort of my own possessions. I knew that the pain would be hitting me in a few hours and if I did not get home right away, I could be holed up in a fishing camp, sleeping in a travel trailer for two or three days. I knew I would not want to make the trip home once the numbness wore off. I made a firm decision to head home. I asked my son to go with me, as he gave me comfort knowing he could at least make a phone call if needed.
With my hand bandaged up and completely numb, off we headed from east Texas toward Hufsmith. It was supposed to be a three hour trip. As we traveled the road the unthinkable happened. We had a blow out!
My son was about ten years old at the time and he was not experienced in mechanical issues. As I sat there discussing with him what our task was about to be, a large black thunder cloud developed within a few short minutes and dumped a massive amount of rain on us, just as we were getting out of the car to start changing the flat!
I quickly wrapped my hand in a plastic bag and started giving my son step by step instructions on what to do. He had not yet developed the strength to break over the lug nuts. We soon resorted to him placing the lug wrench and he held it while I stepped on it to break the nut free
After giving him step by step instructions on jack placement we soon had the tire in the air. Eventually the rain stopped and with a tire back in place we headed for home. The rest of the trip was uneventful.
I hit the house and got cleaned up and headed for bed. My wife had already made the trip to town for my prescriptions. I doped up and off to la-la land I went for the next two days.
On the third day, I decided to make my way back to work. I had learned how to manage a few things with my left hand, as my right hand stayed well protected. Bandages and the ability to hold my hand close to my stomach became a way of life for me. I usually do everything with my right hand, so becoming a lefty took some work.
As I left my home on the first day back to work, it was necessary for me to fill up with gas. Once I had completed the task, I started walking from my car toward the store. There were several cars parked headways into the store and, as usual, the parking spaces are never really wide enough, so the cars seemed close together. I was careful to hold my hand to my stomach as I did not want to hit any of the mirrors of the parked cars with my hand.
As I approached the back side of the cars – I got about halfway between two cars – when a lady that was sitting in her car decided to open her door. At the very moment my body got even with the opening of her door the end of the door caught me groin high. I was so worried about my hand that was being held close to my body that I forgot other parts and of course I got hit square….. well…. down there.
Fortunately the pain quickly subsided. I'm sure somebody got a kick out of seeing a guy doubled over, with one hand bandaged up and held to his stomach and the other hand protecting other things! I was useless for a few seconds. We both exchanged apologies as it was simply a human error. That's why they call them accidents.
To this day the feeling in my finger is very strange. Mushy and very dull feelings are at the tip of my finger and I have actually experienced phantom pains in the past.
All in all this was minor compared to some people's plight in life. I'm thankful for another day and really enjoy the time and place in this life that I live. It's been great!