I've never in my life, as hard as I've played, broken any bone in my body (with the exception of my breastbone, cut in half during my bypass).
But then I woke up on Sunday last with a huge bruise on the back of my left hand and my left ring finger looking like a grape Tootsie Pop. Aargh!
Called the doctor, and he said it sounded like I should head off to the ER and so I did.
Exams, blood tests and x-rays later, the ER doc says I might have a staph infection and orders 100cc's of penicillin IV. This turns out to be pretty painful, so the ER staff adds saline to the mix, to slow it down. Much better.
I'm concerned because my Mother died in a hospital because of a staph infection. I don't like hospitals much as a result.
I'm finally sent home, and ordered to see my doctor the next morning, which I do. The tests are mostly back, no infection, and the x-rays are inconclusive. Go home, he says, and be careful.
Wednesday I get a call from my doctor who says the radiologist found a teensy-tiny little crack in the tip-bone of my left ring finger.
I finally have a broken bone! And a hematoma on the finger pad to go along with it!
No splint is necessary, just protect the finger, it'll be okay in about four to six weeks.
Now all I have to do is figure out how it happened.