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wombat1138Thanks to everyone for the commiseration and good wishes :) my typing is going to be a bit compromised for a while, but overall it sounds like the fracture-healing process will be fairly straightforward and nonsurgical. I just have to keep that finger immobilized and dry until I go back in for another checkup next week.
Having a broken bone is a very peculiar sensation. The internal sharp bits hurt in a similar way to having a splinter stuck in your flesh, only it's stuck inside and you can't do anything about it except try to avoid flexing the finger in a way that would make the sharp bits move around. Slightly annoyed that they still won't give me a photocopy of the X-ray to wave at the wombat-consort, but hey.
Will have to boost myself back out later today to get more cash and pick up a book that I'd put on hold at the library. Not particularly looking forward to driving, but at least it's not a stick-shift; the wombat-consort has been driving me around to assorted medical destinations for the past few days but is heading back out on another business trip for the next two days.
(Also, while I was zonked out yesterday from half of a Vicodin, the cats got hold of my antibiotics bottle, scattered the pills all over/under the dining-room table, and killed ~1.5 of them judging from the one gouged capsule, one missing capsule, and quantity of white powder spilled all over the tablecloth. Argh. But they look okay and I'm in no condition to wrestle them into the carrier to take them to the vet, where I already took them last Friday for a routine checkup-- which will probably be the last one I take them to at that particular practice; we got them there as feral rescue kittens and their original vet was wonderful, but he's retired and sold his practice to a conglomerate which has hiked prices for everything and shifted much of its emphasis to peddling expensive prescription pet foods to the extent that about half of their waiting room is now taken up by large shelves of said expensive foods. And their location may've been convenient to where I was working at the time, but at this point it just isn't practical for me to drive there and back for 20 mins each way just for their appt, esp. since the new regime isn't as amenable to dropoff appts so at least I'd be able to do something else in the area before taking them back home.)
Having a broken bone is a very peculiar sensation. The internal sharp bits hurt in a similar way to having a splinter stuck in your flesh, only it's stuck inside and you can't do anything about it except try to avoid flexing the finger in a way that would make the sharp bits move around. Slightly annoyed that they still won't give me a photocopy of the X-ray to wave at the wombat-consort, but hey.
Will have to boost myself back out later today to get more cash and pick up a book that I'd put on hold at the library. Not particularly looking forward to driving, but at least it's not a stick-shift; the wombat-consort has been driving me around to assorted medical destinations for the past few days but is heading back out on another business trip for the next two days.
(Also, while I was zonked out yesterday from half of a Vicodin, the cats got hold of my antibiotics bottle, scattered the pills all over/under the dining-room table, and killed ~1.5 of them judging from the one gouged capsule, one missing capsule, and quantity of white powder spilled all over the tablecloth. Argh. But they look okay and I'm in no condition to wrestle them into the carrier to take them to the vet, where I already took them last Friday for a routine checkup-- which will probably be the last one I take them to at that particular practice; we got them there as feral rescue kittens and their original vet was wonderful, but he's retired and sold his practice to a conglomerate which has hiked prices for everything and shifted much of its emphasis to peddling expensive prescription pet foods to the extent that about half of their waiting room is now taken up by large shelves of said expensive foods. And their location may've been convenient to where I was working at the time, but at this point it just isn't practical for me to drive there and back for 20 mins each way just for their appt, esp. since the new regime isn't as amenable to dropoff appts so at least I'd be able to do something else in the area before taking them back home.)
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on 2008-10-29 12:02 am (UTC)So lame about the vet, wtf. Hopefully you can find one closer to him, maybe there's a good one by the Safeway? That'd be pretty darn convenient.
Haha, naughty kitties. Hopefully they found the taste of the powder nasty and therefore thought the pills a plaything not fud.
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on 2008-10-29 12:03 am (UTC)no subject
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