For those of you who are not familiar with the recycling process in Oregon, you take your cans and bottles to machines that scan the bar code and then give you your nickel back.
Some may say that I am a determined soul, others may call it stubborn. I had a Coca-Cola can that had been crushed, perhaps even stepped on. Because of its crushed status, the machine was unable to read the bar code. I was determined to get my nickel back, and no I did not have a desire for some punk music. So I pulled apart the can. It took a great effort and Herculean strength, but I was able to reconstitute the can with minimal pain and suffering.
Or so I thought.
The next day my two middle fingers were sore. A few days after that only my ring finger was swollen and sore. I iced it and took Aleve, but it was still the size of a kielbasa.
I went to the doctor and she said it was a strained tendon and tendinitis. She gave me a splint and said this injury would "take a long time to heal." It's now been 4 weeks and the finger is still just as bad, if not worse.
I am planning on going back to the doctor this week. Any guesses as to what she will say this time?
1 comment:
At least you have a cool story to go with it. When RJ broke his toe he had to make one up. "I got out of bed" is just so boring a reason. Hope it gets better soon. And next time forgo the nickel.
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