
Wednesday I was cleaning the apartment, picking up toys, vaccuming, dusting, and laundry. I was straightening Lacey's couch cover as I have done many times before. I was tucking in the back cover and heard a SNAP! I pulled out my hand and saw that my knuckle was hanging and I couldn't hold it up, it just hung. I thought I had broken my finger. Lacey grabbed a popscicle stick and put it under the joint and wrapped it up so that it stayed straight. Later realizing that it was the knuckle that was hanging, Lance and I decided to go to the ER in Norman. They took 4 xrays and determined that I had snapped the tendon. Yay! I get to see the orthopedic surgeon when we get home and have surgery to repair the tendon. Of course it's on the hand that I write with.