Ok so today I rode the bike trainer for about 30 minutes. But that is really not what I want to talk about. I had an interesting experience today worth talking about.
At about 6:20 pm I drove my car over to the Church where I was going to meet up with the Young Men's group I am a part of. I am the assistant Priest's Quorum Adviser in my Church. (By the way I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints or a Mormon. Go figure I'm from Utah, what can I say. And no I only have one wife, and no one in our Church practices pologomy any more.) We met at the church and had a small Presidency meeting in which we talk about the upcoming activities and assignments we have been given by our bishop. Then we meet together with all of the young men for our opening exercises where we usually pray and the split up into separate quorums. But tonight we combined the three Quorum's: Priests, Teachers, and Deacons. The Priests are of the ages between 16 and 18 years old, Teachers are between 14 and 15 Years and the Deacons are between 12 and 13 years of age. So there were a combined total of about 18 young men and about 5 adult leaders. We finished our open exercises and we were off to play DODGE BALL.
Dodge ball is one of those sports that growing up with and I loved to play. Because I was actually quite good at it way back then. Today brought me back to the reality that I am no longer 16 years old. I have never played an anarchy dodge ball or death match dodge ball whatever you wish to call it but the rules were simple: Everyone against everyone, honesty rules, three hits and you're out. There are only three balls to play with that can be anywhere on the court. If you are hit with the ball that counts as one hit. If you catch a ball the thrower is penalized one hit. Simple enough rules.
We started off and I soon found a ball, I threw it then awaited a throw from another individual. After he threw the ball I reached out for it and as I reached out for it my right pinkie-finger caught the ball bending it awkwardly. As my hand continued through the motion my right knee connected with the same finger making the awkward position even worse. I grasped my wounded right hand with my left hand and pulled towards me then holding that hand I examined the injury. I was horrified! My right pinkie-finger was so severely dislocated I couldn't even move it or straighten it. The best way to describe it was that my finger was bent in the middle joint pointing away from the normal position. Suddenly I was in shock but yet very much aware of what needed to be done. I tried to find someone willing to pull the finger back into place. The wrestling coach whose gym we were using was there and I promptly showed him my injury and asked him to pull the finger back into place. He responded that it wasn't his responsibility and I should find one of the other Leader's. I think at that point he wasn't sure if I was one of the young men or not. But I showed my finger to another leader and asked if he could help me as well. Again I pleaded my case to the wrestling coach and asked him if he would please pull my finger back into place. He hesitated for a moment then gently pulled the finger back into position. I felt a little bit of pinch as it slipped back into position but it felt much better after that.
I decided to look up the topic in Google how to treat a dislocated joint and almost all articles found mentioned that a licensed professional should treat the injury. However, I'm a firm believer in revelation and inspiration. I believe he was the right man for the job at that time. I thanked him for his help. He asked if that had happened before and I said, "No. That was definitely a first." Then he mentioned that I was one tough guy to be able to handle that kind of pain. To be honest it really didn't feel much more painful than a slight cramp or sprain other than it was severely deformed for a brief moment.
Well, this has been an interesting experience trying to type with two taped up fingers, and I better get to bed.
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