On Doctor's Orders to Lay Low... Wednesday, June 25

I spent a chunk of today in the hospital, sitting by some guys with towels over their hands.  They're inmates from the local prison and the towel over their hands is to hide the fact they're wearing handcuffs.  They in their handcuffs and me with my injured wrist, it felt like we were both wearing handcuffs.  An injured hand pretty much is a handcuff to a boxer -- I can't do anything with my right arm except wait the injury out.

"What did you hurt now?" was the first thing my doctor said to me when he saw me.  He knows me too well so on that note he started listing off the common boxing-related injuried body parts -- "Your nose, your wrist, your head... an ankle?"  He laughed when he saw my wrist, the deep chunk of skin missing from it, and asked if I had ticked another boxer off.  "Yes, someone pulled a Tyson on my wrist" I joked.

Upon my doctor getting a nurse to clean out my cut, he then stopped her and told her he'd do it himself because something had gone wrong, great.  I'm not too sure what had happened but when she was cleaning out my cut, she had removed last night's bandage and started to pick away at my wound with a pair of tweezers.  Apparently what both she and I had mistook as a piece of the gauze was actually some kind of thread from my body.  Not too sure what but when she pulled on it I definitely felt it connected to my arm so I flinched.  Sounds nasty, oh it was nasty in person too.

I'm on doctors orders to lay low with my training for about two weeks but I suspect because I'm as stubborn as they make us Polish gals that I'll be back in training in two days.  Right now my wrist and fingers are very much swollen.  It hurts to turn my wrist, heck it hurts to even touch my wrist, and it hurts to make a fist with my fingers.  My doctor doesn't suspect any nerve damage but says I really got lucky in this sense because of how deep it is and given the violent nature in which I scored the cut.

Returning to Hulk's after my visit at the hospital, I was not in the mood to work.  After all, it was my day off. And even if that meant I just had the day time hours off of work, I wanted to milk those hours and use them all up even to the last minute... the last second.  My head hurt, wrist hurt and I was suffering from a lack of sleep given the uncomfortable pain I went through with injuring my arm.  It was a restless night, most definitely, and now I had the "joy" of watching everyone else do exactly what it was I wanted to do today -- box.