Since we got home a couple of weeks ago from our trip to Hollywood (that’s Florida, not California), I’ve begun tackling unpacking boxes in a new area, the garage. It’s so crowded that Jim can’t get to his workbench and tools, so it really hampers the renovation efforts. I’m pretty much the unpacking dudette, so I decided to work on a box or two a day in either the garage or the guest room.
As I spent some time in the garage, I thought I noticed something different…we had a few holes in the ceiling from some A/C leakage problems the old owners had. However, one of the holes over by the door seemed really huge – oh, well, I figured I had just never given it a good look before.
About a week after we’d been home, Jim and I were in the kitchen – as he was cooking some bacon, he complained about how much his thumb was hurting. He looked a little sheepish. “I think I may have broken my thumb.” “What happened?” “When I was installing the new ceiling speakers, I was in the attic and fell through the ceiling.”
He had been in the attic and climbed over the air handler, stepping onto what he thought was a secure board laying across the joists. Well, it wasn’t secure, and down through the ceiling he went, catching himself with each arm on a joist. To complicate matters, he couldn’t just drop on down to the floor…his legs were tangled in some wires, and he had to extricate himself while hanging onto the joists. He finally managed to free his legs and drop on down.
As he was sitting on the sofa, doubled over in pain, he noticed that his right thumb was sticking out funny and he kind of pushed it back in place. K. and I got home the next evening and he didn’t breathe a word of the incident until a week later. I made an appointment for him to go see an orthopedic hand specialist the next day, who found that he had no broken bones, but a torn ligament…his thumb was actually rotated out of its normal position. He came home sporting this lovely blue cast, which he has to wear for 4 weeks.
The orthopedic doc offered him the option of surgery now, or trying a cast to see if the hand will heal on its own, with the chance that he will need surgery anyway. It seemed worth a try to spend a few weeks in a cast.
Jim is experiencing all the joys of living with a cast – showering with a trash bag on his arm, lying around with his hand propped up to reduce swelling. But at least it wasn’t all for naught…the speakers are up and working. They just need the covers popped on, but I think that the cast needs to come off before Jim is teetering around on a ladder…yeah, the covers can wait a while 🙂