I slept good on Sunday night thanks to the ice and pain killers. My wife slept on a sofa in the room with me. On Monday morning about 8:00 the trauma surgeon came in the room and told us that my index finger would probably have to be amputated at the knuckle. He seemed certain this would be the best option, because of infection risks, damage done, etc. He didn’t think it was a good idea to try to save it. Up until this point the only thing I had been told was that the tip of my finger looked dislocated according to x-rays, and I had not even looked at my fingers at all yet, or the pictures my wife took. I couldn’t bare to see them. So hearing that I would probably lose my finger was a shock and sent me into a little bit of a panic. I told him whatever he thought was best is what he should do. He also said I was 8th in line for surgery that day, and I would not be going in until the afternoon, so I had all day to stew on it.
So as we waited, and my wife tried to keep me calm the nurses kept coming in the room to take blood pressure and temp and all that good stuff. I noticed at this point when they were putting any medicine in my IV it was burning really bad. I am not a person who would normally bother the nurses so I was reluctant to say anything, but my wife convinced me to call them and say something. The nurse tried to do something to my IV to get it working better, thought she had it fixed, and about 11:00 that morning they came and got me to take me to pre-op.
When I was in pre-op a nurse came in to go over what was going to happen in the surgery, and said “we are working on your right index finger and thumb.” I showed her my wrapped up left hand and started to panic a little bit more. On top of this I felt like my IV was still not working right, so I was really freaking out that I will not be knocked out correctly for surgery.
I was wheeled back into the surgery room about 12:30, and it felt like it was 60 degrees in there. I started shivering like crazy, and was ready to go into full panic mode. They had the room all set up for the surgeon to work on my right hand, so they had to start moving everything around. One of the nurses began covering me up with very warm blankets which felt good. A monitor in the room was displaying my x-ray. That was the first look I had at it, and thought how did anyone think that it was dislocated. The bone in the tip of my index finger was at an impossible angle to the rest of the bones, as if they took the x-ray with the tip of my finger just flopped off to the side. The anesthesiologist came in the room and put his medicine in my IV ,and again it started burning really bad. I let the nurse know it was hurting, but she said that was normal. Another nurse put a mask on my head and the anesthesiologist started to ask if I am feeling sleepy. I said, “no”. He waited a few seconds and asks me again. I said, “no”. A few seconds later he flicked me in the forehead, I just flinched and stared at the ceiling. A nurse asked me if I’m feeling tired. I said, “I don’t really think so.” Finally the anesthesiologist starts inspecting my IV sight and determines it is not working correctly. So they start to put in a new IV which brought my panic level way down. I remember him asking one more time after the new IV was in if I felt tired. I don’t remember answering or anything after that until I woke up. All I kept thinking was, I wonder if I will still have a finger when I wake up…
I am not trying to make the hospital sound incompetent with this story. A couple little things went wrong that were corrected. At the time it was very scary and I just want to let everyone feel how scared I was. I am thankful to the hospital and all the staff and think they treated me great.
I will continue the story in a couple days and will have more pics of what my fingers looked like after the surgery. Thank you for all the positive comments I have received since starting this blog.