
My plans for recording in August were put on hold by an unexpected finger injury.
Towards the end of July, I rescued an elderly cat whose owner had been taken to hospital, and wasn't expected to leave. I brought the cat (Lady) home, much to the disgust of Puss, our resident rescue. Lady toddled around with her nose almost on the floor, looking understandably sorry for herself (she's 19). She ate and drank, and located the litter tray OK.
The following morning, I woke to find bloody paw-prints all over the house. They weren't from Puss, who was still asleep on my daughter's bed. When I checked Lady, I realised that she had badly ingrowing claws. She'd somehow managed in her familiar environment, but being in a new house and trying to find her way around, extra walking had made the claws puncture her pads. The claws were so embedded that they were impossible to release by pressing the paw. When I tried, claw clippers in hand, Lady bit me.
I couldn't blame her; I was a complete stranger after all, so I washed the puncture mark on my finger and took her to the vets with the help of my daughter. The vet got a nurse to help her clip Lady's claws, wipe her sticky eyes and cut off some clumps of matted fur. Lady then had a long-acting antibiotic injection, and we took her home and installed her on a new blanket next to the heater. She was already looking more comfortable.
But two to three hours later, the bitten finger just didn't feel right. Over the next few hours it began to burn inside the pad, with the puncture mark taking on a blue tinge which I supposed was a bruise.
Twelve hours later, I was on an IV drip in hospital. The following day I was cued up for surgery . A plastic surgeon confirmed that the blue on my finger wasn't a bruise, it was necrotising flesh. I had an ellipse of flesh cut out of my finger and the wound, which was badly infected despite the IV drip, was washed out.
Two stitches, five IV drips, some strong painkillers and an overnight stay later, it was confirmed that I'd had a brush with pasteurella, a fast-acting bacteria. If I'd waited 12 hours longer, I was told it might've been ICU.
Geelong Hospital dealt with it all absolutely brilliantly, and after a week in bandages, during which the community nurses came to change the dressing every other day, I had the stitches out. This week I'll be dressing it myself and then, it's back to practising. I have some nerve damage (the fingertip is numb in places) but nothing which will prevent me from playing.
I feel very lucky. The old cat Lady has no idea of the trouble she caused, but she's looking considerably better, no longer walking with her head down and her nose on the floor. Her coat is smoother and her eyes are a bit brighter.
It's been a strange week…
Mid-August UPDATE: the nerve damage and swelling around the first joint are a little bit worst than I first thought. I can't play harp at all, but I can type OK, play the piano fine, and I can play guitar for about 20 minutes at a time, although it feels strange. I've been told the numbness will gradually disappear in about 3-6 months, so fingers crossed.
Early October UPDATE: I'm now playing as normal, both harp and guitar, although I've still got a numb patch on my finger and a swelling on the first joint. I've to wear a silicone sleeve every night on the affected finger for a full year, to reduce the swelling.





