Most Embarrassing Moments

Everyone has one. Most people have a few. I have more than my share. And it's not just tripping over my own feet where a few people see it and we all move on. Mine leave scars. There's the scar on one of my eyebrows where I ran into a chainsaw (it was off) when I was 5. There's the one on the side of my leg where I was jumping on the crowbar trying to get the lug nuts loose to change a tire. Trust me, there are more, but that requires a book - not a post. Scars are visible reminders that I am a klutz. And, since they're there, I have to explain them. So that everyone else knows I am a klutz.

Well, I have a new moment. I shut my finger in the car door. The middle finger of my right hand (yep, I'm right-handed). I'm not sure I'll have a permanent scar, but I've been in a stupid finger splint for two weeks and that is plenty. I knew it was bad - I thought it was broken. I was putting my kids in the car, had just finished strapping Colby in and - *BAM*! Oh, man. I'm not going to go into detail. But I had to get on my knees in the garage for a minute to recover.

I took the kids to school and drove myself to my doctor's office. He looked at it and decided it was broken so he sent me for an x-ray. Now, if your finger is crooked and looks broken and they decide that it's not - it's bad. Turns out, I damaged everything else in my finger. Nerves, ligaments, blood vessels. He told me I'd probably wish I had broken it before it was all over. He was right.

I'm finally (after two weeks) out of the splint. I'm typing but every time I hit the "I", "K" or comma it sends tingles up that finger. I can't grip anything with that finger and if I shake that hand (like you would shake water off after washing your hands) it feels like the end of my finger is coming off.

So, there you have it. I won't say my most embarrassing moment, but my most recent embarrassing moment.

It's Over!

The fat lady has finally sung. We had the final appoitnment for Garrett's eyes. Guess what - it's finally over! His "slight near-sightedness" is gone and his "depth perception has improved". (Side note: I didn't even know there was anything wrong with his depth perception until the doctor said it had improved.) He goes to the pediatrician in August (both kids do, for annual visits) and they do basic vision checks. He doesn't even have to start regular optometrist visits until the pediatrician recommends it. YAY!!!