For now...this is all I've got

We are gearing up for a big weekend here in the D-House. We are all headed to the Rock...Little Rock that is.



Husband and I are going to see one of our favs for the 2nd time in less than six months. Any guesses on who it might be...BRAD PAISLEY!



We are pumped. We so enjoyed his first concert (despite the fact that I had caused some slight finger malfunctions only a few days prior) and can't wait to see him again.



The rest of the weekend will be spent seeing family and friends, talking (A LOT) and I'm sure eating (one of my favorite past times).



So, I'll be signing off for now. Let me know how each of you is doing. Happy Weekend!

And to my sweet, sweet nephew, Goose-Man, Happy Birthday!

Look Who Has 10 Fingers...

It's true.

Their back.

I'm elated!

They feel funny.

They look strange.

They still hurt.

But they all work.

I wouldn't recommend chopping off your fingertips and going 8 weeks without 2 of your fingers, especially fingers on your dominant hand.

There are easier and less painful ways to get out of having to work.

One down, one to go

Oh my internet friends, I have news...BIG news.

One of my fingers is free again. Free at last, it's free at last!

But it still looks rather strange; and has some healing to do. But, it's free at last, free at last!

And here's a photo to prove it.



Notice, one is still bandaged. And the prognosis on it is unknown at this time. I'm meeting with a new plastic surgeon in the next week or so to determine if he wants to start over again...that is make my finger hurt by re-creating the injury again and re-grafting.

And I've decided that if he does want to reg-graft, that I'm going to ask that he take the skin from one of my MANY "fat" areas and take plenty of extra off just to make sure there is enough skin because it is much easier for me to get into a pair of jeans if my backside is skinny, but my finger is fat.

It's all in the name of medicine, my friends, all in the name of medicine that I'll allow extra skin to be pulled from my body. That's just how I roll.

To my shower, with love

Has it really been five weeks
Since my feet have graced your door?
And all because a sharp blade
Caused me to bleed all over the floor.


The fingers are almost healed
And the doctor has said it's alright,
For me to take an occasional shower
As long as afterwards I seal the bandages back up tight.

I've missed you old shower old friend
And now I am so very happy,
I can shampoo and rinse with not one hand but two,
Making me extremely sappy.

**I know this is an interesting stab at poetry...go ahead, you can say it. But I've been many weeks without the use of both hands, so to get the go ahead to at least have the fingers uncovered to shower is a momentous occasion.**

Oh where is my skin graft

Just a little ballad I wrote sung to the tune of "The Hairbrush Song" by those popular green and red guys, Veggie Tales.


Oh where...is my skin graft?


Oh where...is my skin graft?


Oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where...is my skin graft?


If you find it, would you so kindly return it because for some reason mine has sloughed away.


And if you are wondering, that means the fingers are kind-of back to square one.


Happy, happy, joy, joy!

Lefty has been way overworked

My left hand, that is, has been majorly overworked this week.

Therefore, I spoke to the boss and asked politely for a day off.

The boss has obliged, but only if I get in the kitchen and make something sweet.

Do you think Jello-O pudding cups will do?

And here's the whole story

So I amused myself all last week by teasing you daily with the what-happened-to-Amy's-fingers pictures. And I'm sure by now you've all figured it out, but (so that I can have a blog post for today) amuse me a bit and read the below and see what you think.

Warning...warning...warning...what you are about to read could contain detailed accounts of lost limbs. Read at your own risk.

The hand situation got underway last Sunday afternoon as I was beginning to mow the lawn. Husband was seeing his patients in the hospital and I was trying to help him out with some of the outside "honey-do's" on his list. I had made 3 passes with the our new push lawnmower when I saw D-Man start running towards me.

Now, let me take a moment to say that this was not my first time to mow the yard. I am typically the one who does it because Husband's job is so demanding,

Anyhoo, D-Man is running towards me as I hear something get caught in the mower. The mower has no side-discharge attachment because it is a mulching mower and I was unsure with the noise that it was making what might shoot out and hit D-Man. So, in a fraction of a second, "mommy instincts" kicked in and I bent down to pull the stick out from the side of the mower (notice I said from the side, not underneath...mommy instincts were also telling me that mommy didn't need to have her hand chopped off beneath the mower). All the while, I've still got my eye on D-Man. And in that fraction of a second, I didn't release the handle, the blade struck two of my fingers and D-Man was safe.

In a fraction of a second...

It took off the tips and part of the fatty tissue of my 2nd and 3rd fingers on my right hand. I was in the ER within minutes of it happening thanks to our great neighbors (who also kept D-Man with them). And God was so merciful and had a surgeon who specializes in hands on call in our small rural hospital.

He was able to immediately assess, x-ray and begin his plan of attack within 30 minutes of the accident. He took a skin graft from underneath my right arm and constructed two new finger-tips for me in a matter of a few hours.

It was painful, oh so very painful, but in a heartbeat, I would do it all over again to keep my sweet D-Man from being injured.

And, I am happy to report that after having my fingers wrapped up for a week to promote the graft taking, we learned yesterday evening that the grafts have attached and are healing up nicely. Praise be to God and God alone!

I still have very limited use of my right hand (this post actually took me an hour and a half to type because I took so many breaks), but in time, the bandages will completely come off, I can wash my own hair again and I can resume my normal activities fully.

God has taught me a lot this week and I plan to share it with you later in the week. He did slow me down this past week and make me mostly realize that a lot of things I had my focus on were not really as important as I had made them out to be.

9 years and counting and an update

Today, Husband and I celebrate 9 years of marriage...and almost 14 years as a couple.

If all my fingers had the ability to type, I would have 9 years of bliss to tell you about. Instead, know that I love this man unconditionally and fully until God decides to take me home.

Husband, thank you for being my rock and showing me that by leaning on Christ, we as a couple have the strength to tackles what life puts in our path.

There is so much more to say, but the above took me about 15 minutes to type, so I'll stop there and save more of our 9 years for other days, other posts.

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Remember how my problem was caused by this culprit and created this mess.

Upon further inspection, the culprit also caused messes here...



and here...

and here...

What's a right-handed girl with a right hand that looks like this to do?

The full story coming on Monday...Husband and I are on our way to KC to see his favorite, Brad Paisley, as my anniversary gift to him.

See you Monday!

Oh the mess it made...

My culprit caused my problem and created this mess. Three guesses what those spots are...

Could this be the culprit?

This could be part of my problem. Oh, and yes I'm right handed. Happy, happy, joy, joy!

To be continued...

This could be a problem

This is my right hand. More info to follow when I can type better.