Thursday, July 7, 2011

Cause and Effect

So, I guess we should just get right to the finger.
It's what is constantly on my mind, and is going to cause me some discomfort
for quite a while.  Not to mention, that this nail is going to come off for sure,
which means that I will have to keep my finger covered in the studio for a few
months while a new one grows back.  Gross.


:::: warning: there are pictures of my finger below.  Skip down if you don't want to see them::::
but, it's really not that gross.




 
So, this picture is right after it happened.  My pointer finger immediately swelled like a 
little sausage, the nail turned purple right away, and I lost all feeling in the top half of my 
finger.  My middle finger got it pretty bad too, but the nail just barely turned purple, and 
it was super sore, but I had feeling.  My ring finger nail was fine but the tip got caught and
was pretty sore, too.  An X-ray revealed that I didn't break it but probably chipped the
top of the bone just below my nail bed.  Translation: your finger is Super Smashed and 
is going to hurt for a while.  Deal with it.



This is 3 days later.  My pointer finger was so swollen, I thought for sure it would explode.
The bottom of the nail under the skin was pushing up so far, it hurt to even look at it wrong.
My nail turned completely black and started to separate from the edges of my finger.
And this is the point where I've heard so many people's stories about the time that
they smashed their finger and how much it hurt and what they did to their nail as it
 slowly peeled away from their body only to reveal utter grossness underneath.

Several people suggested that I drill a small hole with a needle right down and through 
my nail to make it bleed and relieve some of the pressure.  I've never heard of such a
thing, but at this point, I was willing to try anything.  Not being able to bend it, at all,
was making my creative side itch like a horse in a mosquito pit.  (huh?)
But on day 3, 4 and 5 I was here:



Not the best place to try this crazy barbaric way of "fixing" my finger.

So I waited until I got home, grabbed the smallest drill bit I have (which was for 18 gauge
wire, fyi) and drove straight to my friends house because there was no way I was 
doing that myself.  And some alcohol, (for the bit, not for me) a bit of squirming, and 
a few minutes later, I was finally bleeding out of a little hole in my finger. 
And as weird as it felt, I could immediately bend my finger again. All the way!
And the pressure started to go down, and I had a bit of feeling back in the tip!
Hooray!




It's still sore, but overall, I can use it again.  I just need to be careful in the studio
and watch myself around broken doors for a while.




Meanwhile, summer is finally here and everything is growing and blooming at
an alarming rate.  It's magnificent...






 However, there are some areas where the flowers won't grow.  No matter how much sun
and water and special attention they get, they just don't make it.

I think I know why...



This little guy does it too, it's just harder to prove.  20 acres, and they insist on sleeping
in my flower beds.  And I'm not a fan of those little short fences they sell to put around
your flower beds, but it might be time to invest in some.  I have one Red Snapdragon left 
and I have a feeling his days are numbered too.

 I spent the morning clipping flowers and plants to refill all the jars and bottles in 
my sanctuary.  All of my cone flowers are coming in and I forgot how much I love
the reds and oranges.  Their colors remind me of spice and wine and the hushed
whispers of new love...




 



 I've been working on my book in whatever spare time I find.  The last 2 years
of photos are by far the best and most interesting, but there is something wonderfully
pure and raw about the first batches too.  It's been over 5 years that I've been taking these
photos and I have used at least 4 different cameras.  They all remind me of places I've been
or people that I've had breakfast with... moments locked in patterns.





And then there is this little beauty.  


This little handmade box.
With an equally handmade silver name plaque.
A collaboration of wood and metal,
of giving and taking,
of art and artist.
A combining of two forces,
equal and yet opposite.
Similar in strength and beauty,
in will and might..
combining two perfect halves.
A beautiful partnership, if you will.



details to come...

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sj*
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1 comment:

  1. Wow, those poor fingers...I had heard of that procedure and I am glad it helped you...you should perhaps get a tetanus shot?
    Beautiful photos- flowers, swirls in coffee, and some garden parts have to be just that way... thanks for your lovely visit Sam!

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