So I was at work and thought to myself – this is going to be an easy day. Had a great co-worker who I really trust and know she’s a hard worker and the clinic was short. I was looking forward to a breezy day and heading home early. Well, mid-way through we got this 60 pound akita who I could tell was nervous from his body language. I squatted down to introduce myself and pet him, going slow since I could see he wasn’t keen on being there. He started to move into my body, accepting the pets and was distracted enough to allow me to turn his body around so I could be in position to wrap him into a hold for blood work. At the last minute, however, the doctor opted to have the dog put on the table and when I went to attempt to lift the dog shot back and sunk his teeth into my right arm. When I released the hold and went to jump back he spun and got me again in my left arm. Needless to say it was a trip to the hospital for me. Management came to help out with the clinic and drive me to the hospital where I was, surprisingly, in and out pretty quickly.
Thankfully, though, the bite on the right arm was high up on the forearm because I was scheduled for carpal tunnel surgery a little over a week later. When I went for medical clearance the doctor seemed to think there would be no issues so on April 21 I went into the surgery center (that I used to work at) and went in for my surgery. When I came to it was nice to see old friends that I worked with before there to say hello. I got stellar treatment but, what impressed me the most – they labeled my chart as male (even though, legally, they had to use my legal name). When they called me to give me the pre-op instructions the night before they asked my preferred name and then used that the rest of the day.
I spent the rest of the day sleeping off the anesthesia and healing but other than a little tenderness and getting antsy with my dressing I had virtually no pain. Like an idiot, though, I almost immediately started using my hand but apparently that worked to my favor. It kept the muscles from cramping up and acted as therapy allowing me to get right into fine motor skills before my second week post-op. My surgeon is still keeping the stitches in until the 13th because my job creates too much of a risk of opening the incision site. So yes, I’m typing this with stitches and a vet-wrap bandage.
I purposefully planned the surgery for the 21st so that I could take that Thursday and that weekend off from work and celebrate my birthday that weekend. Saturday was the day for dinner. My brother and his family had a soccer game so they weren’t coming until 7-730 that night. My sister and her kids kept me company most of the day as we just putzed around the house and played some cards (which was interesting trying to hold). My brother’s clan arrived and we had a nice dinner. I got some gift cards and the router I really wanted (yes, I’m a geek). The important thing I want to note here – the best present that I received from everyone – was the card I got from my brother’s family was made out to “Uncle Jude” my sister’s card was made out to Jude and my mother posted this to her facebook (the first time she ever referenced to me as male):
The following day was the day of my birthday but that seemed to be a busy day for everyone else. My sister, for some reason, made plans to spend the day with her in-laws instead of me for my day. My parents were busy and given that it was a Sunday everyone I know was working. My parents called me that afternoon around 4 to ask if I wanted Krisch’s (an ice cream/food place). I told them I had just made something to eat for myself and wasn’t that keen on Krisch’s anyway, but thanks for the offer. If they were up for Friendly’s or even Carvel I would be interested. When they got home my father kept asking to go to Krisch’s to which I said I really didn’t want to go there, but if they wanted it by all means don’t let me stop them from going. By 7 it was decided that we would, in fact, go to Friendly’s and we headed out. Mid-drive there my father said he wanted to watch the season finale of the previous Game of Thrones season before the new episodes started that night so we would not be staying at Friendly’s we would just get ice cream and head home instead. So, we went home and I ate my ice cream while watching GoT and then went to bed.
So right now I’m still healing. The bites have left some scars although they seem to be healing pretty nicely and my stitches from surgery will hopefully come out in a little over a week. I can’t wait to take a full shower and scrub my hand. It’s funny how you miss even the smallest things like being able to take a shower without wrapping up in a plastic bag and juggling yourself to minimize how wet the hand gets. There’s lots of fun stuff on the horizons as we get into the summer – if this weather would just knock it off with all this miserable rain and cold days and realize we’re in May already.
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FOR THOSE CURIOUS ABOUT THE BITE INJURIES THERE ARE PICTURES BELOW….. THERE IS A SPACE ADDED PURPOSEFULLY JUST IN CASE PEOPLE DO NOT WANT TO SEE THEM.
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Bottom of left arm – yes, that’s stuff coming out of the wound
Bottom of right arm with more stuff coming out of the wound
Right arm wrapped and already bleeding through the bandage
Ouchies and Happy Birthday
So I was at work and thought to myself – this is going to be an easy day.
Ouchies and Happy Birthday So I was at work and thought to myself - this is going to be an easy day.