Hitchhiker Splint :=(
The hospital techs refer to this as a “hitchhiker splint”. In our four hours in the ER Monday night when we heard this term bantered about we invisioned one of those metal finger braces wrapped in a simple bandage. But no. A bad cut and a broken thumb is considered quite serious and deserves the full-monty of a wrap. And for those readers who haven’t heard of Uncle Durry’s wood-working accident, this is the result. He was cutting some beautiful maple for a new end table, and a two-by-two piece of wood kicked back, and the force of it cut his thumb open, nicked a tendon and broke the bone. Ouch. We get to go see someone today to have it checked, so I can then get a good gory picture. It’s always a small world out in Arcata. Durry’s Physician’s Assistant, of course know’s the Parker’s. I was making conversation with her while she was sewing up the thumb and we somehow started talking about Life Cycle. And when I started mentioning names….Lynn, Vince Dave…….the first word out of her mouth was: Hillary. Apparently, the P.A., Celine knows the Parker’s because she works with a mid-wife that was a neighbor on Lincoln Street. Celine did ask if any of us drink Odwalla juice.