Unthinkable

Oh, my poor finger. I had no idea how I strained it. All I remember is one day it started to swell and I couldn't get my ring off. My only idea might be that I strained it while trying to multi-task holding Ryker, my breast pump with all the attachments, and a bottle. For the next couple of weeks it kept on swelling and my finger started to turn a little purple and started to feel warm. On Monday we headed over to the insta-care to have a doctor look at it and cut my ring off if necessary. The doctor said that getting my ring cut off was on the boarder line. I could still slightly move my ring back and forth. I opted out because he said that it would take 15 minutes to crank it off and it wasn't going to feel pleasant.




A month later my dad looked at my finger and told me that I might want to reconsider getting my finger looked at again. The next day I headed back to Insta-care. I wanted to get my ring cut off because my finger wasn't healing and every time water, soap, or lotion would get under my ring it would sting. My ring was rubbing my finger raw. The doctor wanted to save my finger and ring so he first used a rubber tubing that he would rap around my finger really tight to get the fluid to drain. He did this about 6 times and each time he did it I wanted to cry and my finger would turn blue and cold. After the 6th time he decided that it was best that we sawed my ring off. He used a manual ring cutting tool, outfitted with a high grade blade. The lower jaw of the cutter slides between the ring and finger. The circular saw is turned by the handle to cut through the ring. He sawed at it for 20 minutes or so. It was the most uncomfortable thing, especially when he would slip and pull my finger forward. It was the best feeling when the ring was finally released. I never thought that this would happen in a million years.