I saw a plastic surgeon late last week for a follow-up to my ER visit on Firday the 13th. He pretty much said my thumb was going to be fine and I'd have to keep the stitches in for another week. He also said it might take a year to get the feeling back and for my nail to grow out where the good ER Doc burned the holes for the stitches. Then he said I'd have to wait another week before I could play the drums. So, if all goes well, I'll be doing my best Tito Puente imitation again on July 6.
The MINI left the docks at Southampton, UK on Saturday aboard the Jingu Maru (pictured). It is scheduled to arrive in NY on June 30. It will take from 10 days to two weeks to get to me after that. The wait is, finally, almost over.
I got a bit of a MINI "fix" over the weekend when my friend Jason brought his Yellow MINI over to have me put a yellow and black checkerboard on the top. You can check out more pics here. The guest MINI was in my driveway for less than four hours and three different people stopped by to ask questions about it. I think I'll be keeping mine in the garage!
One of a kind.
Because a new MINI on the way isn't enough excitement in my life, Apple goes and announces a new G5 desktop computer today. We're talking fast. The tech specs behind this new machine are amazing. Finally Windows can eat our dust! For now, anyway.
I'm sure it's just a matter of time until Bill Gates and his bajillion dollar empire steals the best ideas from Apple again and catches up.
It is said that having opposable thumbs is something that separates us from animals. It is, at least, until you try to remove one of said opposable thumbs with a sharp object.
Dino's take on the events of Friday, June 13, 2003 can be read here. WARNING - If the sight of blood or even the thought of the sight of blood makes you uneasy, STOP reading now. And whatever you do, DO NOT click any of the links in this blog entry. That being said, here is my story.
On Friday afternoon, I was finishing up making some signs for the Gardner Knights of Colombus golf tournament when I had an accident. I was cutting some sheets of plastic when my Stanley utility knife slipped and quickly sliced off the tip of my left thumb. I calmly yelled upstairs, "Deanne, I just cut myself. Bad!" I ran up the stairs leaving a blood trail along the way and made my way to the sink and began running cold water over my injured digit. I still wasn't sure how bad it was. After flushing with water for a minute or so, I pulled back my right hand to reveal about a quarter of an inch hunk of my thumb dangling by the skin of my thumbprint. (I warned you this was going to get graphic.) When Deanne took a look at the wound, she sort of freaked. Not a major freak, but enough to jump back about 10 feet and yell "Ewwwww!" I told her to be calm and to get some ice. She loaded a baggie with ice, handed me a towel and grabbed the car keys. We were off to the Shawnee Mission ER which, luckily, is only a couple of minutes from our house. On the way to the ER, the pain sets in. Let's just say the MPAA would've given the trip an "R" rating due to language. I can't explain the biology or psychology behind the phenomenon but cursing loudly does make the pain a little more tolerable. We check in at the ER and about an hour later the duty nurse led Deanne and I into a room with a bed where I was instructed to lie down. The nurse removed my ice and gauze, supplied to me at check-in, and responded with, "Oh my! You did a number on that!" Dr. Joe Ruben then came in to take a look. At first glance he said I might lose that part of my thumb but he'd sew it back on and see if he could save it. Dr. Joe proceeded to give me a series of shots to numb my thumb. Now I didn't see what he injected into my hand but I'm almost positive it was labeled "Liquid Demon Fire." The saving grace was that after the initial couple of stabs, I soon felt nothing. As soon as the Dr. received a NO answer to the question "Can you feel this?" he began to stitch. He then explained that since one can't stitch through a finger nail, he would have to burn a few holes in my thumbnail. Oh goody! Just in case you wondered, the smell of any part of your body burning is not a pleasant thing. Anyway, a couple of more stitches and I was ready to go. Or so we thought. As the nurse was cleaning up the mess of what was left of my thumb, I turned my hand over to notice blood dripping from a gap on the bottom of my thumb. Evidently the cut was a little deeper than the initial assessment and the Dr. was called back in for another stitch. If you've made it this far and believe you can handle some graphic pictures of my Frankenthumb, you can now click here and here.
Needless to say, I won't be playing the drums at Jacob's Well for at least a couple of weeks. Kind of funny that the first call I made was to Mike Crawford to tell him he'd have to find a replacement for me for a while. I'm supposed to see a plastic surgeon early this week to see if I get to keep my whole thumb. 24 hours after the severing, things looked good and, if you clicked the pics above, you could see for yourself that nothing had turned black or anything. I'll keep you posted.
They say a picture's worth a thousand words, so I'll let these speak for themselves.
Racing stripes are added at the dealer.
Excuse me, now, while I play with the laws of time and space to see if I can make three weeks go by faster.
MINI update - The final stages of production are being completed on our new car this weekend. Shots from the factory floor are sparse but adrenaline inducing. The car should be complete and ready for quality control checks this week. If everything passes, our new addition will be loaded onto an ocean cargo ship within 7 to 10 days for a 10 day cruise across the pond. My most optimistic projections are that we might be motoring around town in our bouncing baby MINI by the 4th of July. Over the weekend, Dino and I saw several MINIs on the road around town and decided to go visit the dealer for a look at the cars in waiting. A new shipment had just arrived so 13 shiny new Coopers sat awaiting their new owners. Only one was red. Seems that the most popular colors in KC are British Racing Green and Indi Blue (dark blue). I've been trying not to obsess, but it's a lost cause. Now I'm beginning to dream about our new car nightly.
Can anyone give me the name of a good therapist?
My wife's gonna need one! Wink, wink, nudge, nudge, know-what-I-mean...
Looks like it can't wait to see me, huh?
Like I need one more piece of technology in my life, I picked up a DVR this weekend. What is a DVR you ask. It's a Digital Video Recorder like TiVo. I call it a TiVo even though mine is not really a TiVo but Time Warner Cable's venture into the DVR arena. I think the word TiVo is fast becomming a verb i.e. I TiVo'd The Sopranos last night, meaning I recorded it to watch later. It also allows you to pause live tv if a phone rings or something. And, if that's not sales pitch enough, you can watch any show and rewind back to any point at which you began watching the show. This came in handy over the weekend as we were about 20 minutes into Trading Spaces and a friend called because she was locked out of her house and needed to be let in. I just pressed the record button and the entire show, from the beginning, was saved for later viewing.
I know, I'm starting to sound like Ron Popeil aren't I? My point is that technology is allowing me to shift time like never before - at least as far as tv programming goes and if you know me, you know that I love tv. Granted, we've had VCRs around for a long time, but they are a pain remember to set and finding a blank tape is a like trying to find a pepperoni pizza at a supermodel convention. (At least that's the way it is at my house, finding a tape, that is, not a pepperoni pizza.) I've just increased the choice in my life. It used to be if I wanted to see CSI, I just planned on being home on Thursday night. Now, it doesn't matter. I can stay up on the shows that form the collective cultural literacy on my time, not that of the networks.
Sure, this might be one more thing to compete for my time in the 24/7 society we're living in today, but did I mention you can skip commercials too?