Here comes yet another health update regarding the left fifth phalanges of Doktor Smith. The last set of photos showed the icky red/blackness that seemed to be swallowing my finger. Well it got worse. The blackness covered most of my pinky in between the joint and the tip, by the time I had my appointment with Dr. Curnow. However, my fears were dashed almost as soon as the doctor walked in. Just to give you an idea of the kind of presence Dr. Curnow has, imagine a rounder Bill Clinton with longer hair who kinda fills up whatever room he's in with his upbeat attitude. This man came in to the check-up room sat down next to me and took one look at my hand and said, "well hey thats lookin pretty good." He said that there was healthy skin under the hard black stuff, that it would peel off soon and that it was pretty standard in this kind of surgery. He then told me that Connie--his head nurse--would come in and remove my stitches. She did, then she gave me the little scissors and tweezers because they usually just get thrown away. Then I was off on my merry way. Not 2 hours after got the stitches out I cracked open like a shrimp. Nearly all of the skin of my pinky peeled off and underneath was fresh pink skin. The only remnants of the wound are right along the incision line. They are covered with steri strips to keep the scab from cracking while I bend the finger. So 2 weeks post surgery and I'm looking pretty good. By six weeks I should be out of the cast more or less and well on my way to recovery.

No fucking way!!!

Every so often I come across a character in a book, movie, or web comic that instantly reminds me of a friend or colleague. They might not look like them or sound like them or even be the same sex, but it's the same person. I just ran into a 'Black' Pope persona in a new web comic I'm reading. If any of you doubt that this is truly Linus then you're just plain crazy. I mean look at him for chrissake! A huge man spouting nifty little theological tidbits wearing a kilt, an offensive--to the uninformed--shirt and huge boots.....he even has a pet bird for fucks sake. If Linus were black, this is what we'd see.

For those of you that don't already know, I'm a huge comic geek. I will admit I lean towards the marvel monthly books and web comics more but I love em all. I am really fond of hawk and ananth and their webcomic applegeeks. There is a short that they did for an anthology of robot comics called disposable parts. It's called SE7EN. The last bit of narrative has been surfacing in my mind now and again. "[He] wishes that he could have been more than the child of such small gods"

I was hurt in the past, so I don't want to get my hopes up too high again. I looked forward to 300 with such hope. So now the transformers movie is quickly approaching theatres. Like 300 the premise and the trailers are both impressive. I guess only time will tell if it was worth my wait.

makes sense....or not.

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Your Superhero Name is The Forgotten Squid Your Superpower is Genetic engineering Your Weakness is Tummy Rubs Your Weapon is Your Plasma Knife Your Mode of Transportation is Catapult

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Well now, on my first try I am given a superpower that suits me and make sense!

On the subject of making sense though, you know what doesn't make any sense? The Fountain. Go rent it by all means, it is a pretty movie and the acting is really nice, but be warned you will end up screaming, "Where the hell did glowing floating Hugh Jackman guy come from?!"

So, today was my birthday. It was the most low key birthday I've ever had....I think I should make a habit of having those. All in all the day was pretty good, except I missed my follow up appointment with my surgeon. All that means is I've got to wait another week to get my stitches out, and they might not have been coming out today anyway. I had a nice dinner, large pieces of dead animal, pears with chocolate drizzle on them, and tater tots. After dinner I hung out with my gf, she's so sweet she made me cupcakes aw <3. then I came home and made some tea, and now I'm here infront of hal my little laptop friend.

Chronicles of ye o' gimpy one

For the past several days I have been sporting a plastic shell over me left hand as opposed to the makeshift plaster and gauze. You see it here with its lovely blue velcro straps.

The back piece is old news. The front portion of the shell, however, is brand spanking new. It also comes complete with its own pinky rubberband excersizer--Which I am to use ten times every hour.

If you don't recall why I'm wearing this bizzare little gettup I'll remind you. You see not too long ago the doktor was juggling knives and happened to slip on a bannana peel and nearly cut his pinky off. You see it here stitches and all.










Well that should be a good lesson to all of you....don't leave bannana peels lying about

on pinkies and penis rings

My fears were abated 8:30 on Tuesday. The left little finger of teh doktor shall remain intact. When I first showed up at the Gem City Bone and Joint Surgery Center, I was, I admit, very nervous. After a very short wait, Dr. Curnow--an excellent man and former hand specialist--came in and checked out my hand. To his surprise and relief he found that I had sliced open my finger in about the best way possible. The flexor habitus was still partially retained, meaning the tendon was not completely severed. This meant that I would not have to have my hand split open to look for the rest of my tendon, and the operation could be done with all local anesthetic. After meeting with the Dr. I went in for a few X-Rays and then they told me to come back about 11:00. Because of several cancellations I was able to have the procedure done that day. I came back and the nurses fitted me with a little gown, for those of you who care--yes they let me keep my underwear. They also informed me that the Dr. might be using an electro cauterizing tool, which meant I needed to remove all metal jewelry from my person. They looked at me and said 'But I guess you don't have any to worry about', because I didn't have my earrings in. I looked away and said that I would need the ziplock --for jewelry-- they gave me a confused look and handed me the baggy. I went into the bathroom and came out with my 1.25 inch long 10 guage barbell in the little baggy. They tried to hide the fact that their eyes bulged and wandered for a sec, but it was pretty noticeable. After that the Dr. came in and did the local anesthetic and I was taken into the surgery. I remember it was so cold in that room at first. They laid me out and hooked me up to the bp and heart rate monitor and put a paper blanket over me that blew warm air on me. Soon after the team came in and scrubbed down my arm with iodine, then they went to work. I didn't really watch all that much since I didn't want to be moving around, but what I did see of it was pretty sweet. They opened up my finger and marked all the important bits like tendon and nerve. Then they sutured them together with super-fine needles and suture. Then they closed me up wrapped up my finger and sent me to the recovery room. After that it was pretty much over. I just had to get dressed and make follow up appointments.

so thats it for now. it will be about 6-12 weeks before the cast can come off. after that it will still be a while before I'm 100% again but all in all not too much recovery time.

So, I don't think I'll be playing with knives for quite some time. I was sharpening my new knife and something fell. I sliced my left pinky to the bone. I had it stiched up in the emergency room but now I have to get it checked out again to see if they can repair the tendon or if they have to amputate the end of my finger off. bummer