It's now been nine days of pain and finding out all the things I can no longer do. It's really amazing how we take our thumbs for granted, but without them, life is a lot less pleasant. Goodbye writing, clicking seatbelts, and, even shifting from reverse, forward or park in out Malibu, as you have to press a button in the column. And these are just a few of the things.
Last Friday, we went to the emergency room of St. Francis Hospital in Litchfield, and had it looked at. They couldn't find anything and gave me the meanest shot I've ever had. I mean this one REALLY, REALLY HURT. I was given a prescription.
NO IMPROVEMENT
Sunday, we drove to Springfield, Illinois, and it still wasn't better, so Monday, we went to the Springfield Clinic which is quite a large complex. We were there for almost three hours and they did another exploration and lancing. I believe they might have gotten the culprit , part of a thistle sticker, out.
I was given a stronger antibiotic and pain killers as it is quite hurtful. By Wednesday, the thumb was starting to drain and has continued until today. However, we are planning to go to the local hospital emergency room tomorrow if there is no improvement.
Sure Tired of This Sore Thumb. --RoadDog
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