Monday, May 14, 2012

Well bugger.

It seems that I have broken my right hand.

More specifically, it seems that I have broken the fifth metacarpal in my right hand, a/k/a the bone connected to my little finger.

It says something about me that the next question is answered by: "Rabbit punches."

Why, yes, I am a dirty fighter.

Over the years my fighting style has (semi)unconsciously moved from a really vicious and dirty straight-out-of-the-gutter striking discipline to a judo/sambo-based grappling style. While the transition is mostly due to my being inside the jail where knuckle-dragging back-up is always within eye-sight, the officers are the only ones with boots, and everything is under the unblinking eye of cameras (To a camera, a dropping hip-throw looks ever so much kinder than a shovel hook to the liver. The recipient may beg to differ -- landing on a concrete floor with 170-pounds of me using his rib-cage as a cushion seems to engender a sudden belief in the mercy and benevolence of Insert Major Organised Religious Figure Here -- but the recipient's opinion on the matter doesn't count)

[note from Phlegmmy- he's been typing this with his brace off. I told him if he was meant to remove the brace for typing, the folks at the hospital would have told him, "Keep this brace on except when you want to type something." What do YOU think? *exasperation* I say if half the planet can type one-handed, then he can muster, too. I'm told it's quite common on the Intarw3bs.]

I would be remiss, however, if I didn't admit that getting older has no small influence on the shift. Punching and kicking, and the slipping of same, is really a young man's game. A two-hour work-out on the focus-mitts, the heavy bag, and sparring leaves me downing Tylenol like candy and requiring assistance to get out of bed the next morning.

Two hours of judo practice, on the other paw, leaves me with the slight "good" ache that usually goes away before supper.

Unfortunately, in cases of sudden, unplanned dynamic social interaction I tend to default to the gutter and the Glasgow kisses, ear slaps, fish-hooks, gouges, rabbit-punches, knee shots to the groin, elbows into the eye-brow, kidney shots, liver shots, floating rib shots and all the other goodness that is the result of a childhood in the overseas oilfield staffed by multi-national veterans of wars ranging from World in scope down to the nasty little bush wars of the 60's and 70's.

*sigh*

Ah, well. I see the orthopaedist tomorrow. In the mean-time, it's a deuced inconvenience.

LawDog

33 comments:

Priest said...

I think there's a wonderful opportunity for a story somewhere in the weeds here. Care to relate to us a few tales of learning dirty fighting as a young 'un?

dakotas5 said...

I know the feeling. 30 years ago they said carpal tunnel syndrome. I didn't listen. Now typing with nerve damage to both wrists really blows chunks. Take care of it.

phlegmfatale said...

He left one of my favorites from his repertoire, but I don't know how to verbalize it in one or five words. I will caution, however, that if one is finds oneself a guest at one of the county facilities and arse-up whilst engaging in a wrestling match with several of the county officers, do not be surprised when a certain redhead delivers some voltage to the region betwixt the berries and the part that goes over the fence last. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Well Seasoned Fool said...

The things one learns reading blogs. I didn't know dirty white boy is practiced in other countries.

Bob said...

Do everything you can to avoid having a surgeon slice you open. They seemingly can't even tie a stitch anymore without giving the patient MRSA.

DaddyBear said...

Ouch. Hope it heals properly. Nothing like a nagging pain in the hands.

Farm.Dad said...

Well that's a relief then , I was afraid you broke it doing something stupid that you knew better than to do .
:D

45er said...

Ouch. Take care of that, it can get worse quick.

Anonymous said...

Well, on the plus side, you
'll be able to prognosticate the weather. Drink your milk&banana-shake. Get better!

Ulises from CA

Old NFO said...

One hopes you at least "won" the scuffle... :-)

PA State Cop said...

Channeling Commander Vimes are we? Should be a Cosh or one of Mother's little helpers in there. :D

Jim said...

Damn good thing you didn't break your funny bone. Hurts when you laugh, that!

Seriously though. Get it fixed if you've gotta. The pain now is nothing to the pain years from now, if you don't.


Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX

Rick Street said...

I hope your bones heal quickly

Anonymous said...

Being in the same line of work, and officially a "short timer" (over 20 years of service, less than one year to retirement eligibility), I have to say that I learned a long time ago that punches and hard blocks are for suckers.

I started as a teen in Tae Kwon Do, but luckily had some cross-training in Judo, Hapkido, and Hwarang-do. I was briefly exposed to, but didn't formally study, Aikido.

When I signed onto the current job many years later, our official self defense techniques were all Aikido-based, and I became a believer.

Screw getting hit. Screw hitting back. Step back, cross-grab, and let the force pass… right into the concrete, face first.

And speaking of camera-friendly techniques, don't forget digging a knuckle into a ganglion, particularly behind the ear. There is no punch, no abuse, just a grown man who looks silly claiming he was abused while screaming like a 10 year old girl.

Dave H said...

With respect, Ms. Fatale, the reportoire was a list of things Our Hero can do without mechanical assistance. Using a tool to apply high voltage discouragement, while I'm sure it makes a hilarious story, isn't usually bragging material.

JNU Dave said...

Think long and hard before allowing a surgical response even if the money grubber in the white coat recommends it. I had a simple broken fibula last July. Surgery left me with a plate and screws and the blood supply to my ankle cut off resulting in the avascular necrosis of my talus. Keep that splint on - and type one handed. You're not in a hurry to go to work with that broken hand, are you?

Auntie J said...

If it makes you feel any better, I broke my pinky toe eleven days ago because I didn't use the right command to get my couch to step aside for me.

The doctor at the walk-in clinic just looked at me and asked what I wanted him to do.

Pain management, man. That's why I'm here.

pdwalker said...

I broke the same bone on my right hand years ago. I'd never broken a bone before, so I didn't realize what I'd done.

By the time the pain made me go see a docter, the bone had already set - at a 30ish degree angle and rotated about 5 degrees to the right.

It's a little odd when I stretch out and open my hand, but it's otherwise fine.

A good doctor can reduce the break and set it properly without cutting you open - unless, of course you let it set first.

Just a medic said...

Mehopes after the doctor your next visit was to the range to practice your off-hand grip.

James Pawlak said...

Last Saturday I tripped over, it appears, some fuzz on the basement steps, fell about five feet and damaged the cabinet for my furnace---Along with a broken rib.

I can provide you warranty that it hurts more at age 73-years than it did, for a like fall, a few years ago.

I thought I would cheer you up by offering you a future to contemplate.

Gopher said...

If they hard cast it......try not to knock yourself out the first time you roll over in the middle of the night in bed.

The egg on your forehead the next day might just as hard to explain.

Gerry N. said...

My sainted father practically beat into me the philosophy that only in dire emergancies should a man hit another man with a bare hand. That is why G-d gave us the intellect to make clubs, knives and firearms. My Insane Uncle was a beat cop in days of yore '46 through '70 in Seattle, I still have his "duty gloves" which have pouches filled with dust shot over the knuckle area and the base of the fingers in the palm. When Officer Bud clobbered you, you dang well stayed clobbered. He was also in the first wave onto Iwo Jima in WWII, for whatever that's worth and it seemingly caused hime to have quite a low threshold for the application of lethal force, although I never heard of him seriously injuring an opponent while on duty. Split eyebrows, broken noses, and the odd eye swollen shut, but the other guy took the brunt of it. Every. Time. Oh, his SPD issued night stick still contains about a pound and a half of lead cast into it. U.S.Marines; no better friends, no worse enemies.

Anonymous said...

Mr. Dog, sir, do I need to read you the same lecture I gave my 14 year old son when he broke his wrist this past winter? The brace keeps the fracture from shifting further. If it shifts it can cause severe inflamation, which in turn can cause tissue damage, nerve damage or both. Because you are diabetic, you are already more vulnerable to such unpleasantness. Keep The Damned Brace On! (This, of course, from the woman who got so fed up with the cast on her foot that she threatened to soak it so the doc would have to take it off sooner. I didn't do it, but I did get it off a few days early. When my younger daughter came home from a 24 hour on call shift, she stopped dead in the doorway and said "Mama! You did it!". She found it entirely believable that I had.)

Seriously, Mr. Dog, listen to your Lady and take care of that paw, and I hope you heal quickly and painlessly.

Best wishes, Mama Kestrel

Will said...

I would vote for a hard cast. Even if just cracked, and not a full break. Hmm, especially if cracked. Problem there, is it gets to feeling ok, you do something you shouldn't, and zing! you crack it open again. Several times. Eventually, you learn to stop doing things, and it eventually heals, but we are talking a lonngg time. Best to do it right, at the beginning.

It was the same bone, except behind my little toe. I was about 13yo. From late summer to late spring, that foot got taped up multiple times. I learned to move around very slowly. Afterwards, it bothered me for many years.

So, you do have an offhand holster for your normal carry piece(s), yes?

Dave H said...

Every time I read that post title I can hear Tracey Ullman's character in "Robin Hood: Men in Tights" shout, "Ooooo... buggah!"

Jenna said...

Hope you are feeling better and got the mitt taken care of. Trust me, simply saying "Screw this for a game of soldiers" and taking off the brace - while an understandable itch - will make the next couple of years rather suck.

I'm a klutz who hates a fuss, so by the age of 14 I already knew how to surreptitiously set borked knuckles, broken fingers, pop my shoulder (and knees) back into their sockets, and even stitch myself back together - just to avoid the dreaded Sigh of Doom from mom and get hauled off to the ER to be met with a "Really? Again?" by one of the docs. Handy skills yes for a gal to have, but the slightly offset nature of most of my fingers from setting wrong - and the fact that at 32 my hands sound like a bag of nuts being crunched when I get up in the morning (we won't even go into that first morning shuffle towards the Life Giver - Aleve - from broken ribs & bits of my back... I confess. Few things honestly scare me after the life I've had thus far, but the knowledge of how MUCH this is gonna hurt as I get older does keep me reminded to build my Good Whiskey stocks and keep them full) should be used as a golden testament that taking care of your own medical bits, while likely logical....

IS DRATTED DIMWITTED!

Heal quick. Listen to your lady. And practice with your off mitt for awhile. (And possibly look into buying the diction software so you can just talk and let the computer type)

Crucis said...

Old!? From my perspective, 'Dog, you're still a kid. But...remember whatever you do now WILL revisit you in the coming years. Yep, the results of scraps, contusions, sprains, torn muscles, tendons and ligaments will become constant attendees.

Jennifer said...

Oh dear. careful with those paws. Hope you are feeling better soon.

Anonymous said...

Hey, Dawg--- iffen the medics keep ya orf duty fer a spell, howsabout letting the left paw bang out some more stories, like Pink Gorrilla, the Ratel Saga, Two Beers!!, or the continuing saga of the Hunt for Sumdude.....please? Pretty please w/a dog biskit on top? Can't get enough of yur writtin' style, you need to do a book or sumthin'... JohninMd(help?)

J.R.Shirley said...

Ow.

Fortunately, I punch with the first two knuckles.

Sebastian said...

If you are going to be out of commission, howsabout finishing "I Was A Teenage Moonshiner"? :D

TOTWTYTR said...

Sorry to read about the hand.

Take your time and make sure it's healed before you head back.

This getting older thing isn't a lot of fun, but it's better than the alternative.

hilinda said...

As my mentor says, there is no such thing as "dirty fighting." There is only fighting.
I jammed my pinky a couple of weeks ago, and that still hurts like you wouldn't believe. I hope you heal up fast.
Especially what with all the other stuff you've apparently got going on. Looking forward to the continuation of the most recent story, between your first installment and AD's comments.
FWIW, I had pleurisy years ago, and spent a few nights in the upright, shallow breathing position.