Tuesday night I was sitting at my desk upstairs when I heard my youngest scream downstairs in the den. Dads instinctively know the difference between a he’s-not-sharing-with-me scream, an I-merely-stubbed-my-toe-but-am-going-for-the-Oscar scream and the dreaded I-was-just-tossed-into-a-hard-piece-of-furniture-by-my-big-brother scream. What I heard was the latter variety.
Gresham (eight) had hoisted Penelope (five) in the air on the soles of his feet. She giggled there suspended and happy for a second or two and then he made her fly…into the open door of an armoire head first.
“Like Superman,” he later said.
“Except she’s not made of steel,” I later reminded him.
I did what dads do. I overreacted.
I sprinted from my desk and as I bolted through the doorway I snagged my right hand on the open door’s knob. By “snag” I mean I punched it very hard.
And immediately felt like I was gonna hurl. I sat down on the steps as Becky walked calmly past me to put ice on Penelope’s knot.
The emergency room guy said my ring and pinky fingers weren’t supposed to sit lower on my hand than the others. Huh. You sure?
X-rays confirmed it: I broke my hand longways between my ring and middle fingers.
A large man who looked like Q-Tip finished off my visit to the ER and made me cuss. But I whisper cussed because a sin you can barely hear isn’t really a sin in some denominations.
Q-Tip splinted my hand temporarily, gave me a prescription for my new best friend Mr. Lortab and sent me home for Thanksgiving.
For the last week I’ve just been sitting around twiddling my thumb while my wife and in-laws prepare for the arrival of our Savior by standing on ladders in the freezing drizzle to affix lights to the gutters of our house…because Jesus, the Light of the World, descended into the gutters of mortality and sin and freezing drizzle two thousand years ago. Or something like that.
It’s been awful for me. Just watching others work so hard like this. Sitting idly by while others haul boxes of decorations from the attic. Or assemble a tree in my den. It’s been torture. For me.
Oh, right hand! How I loathe thee, robber o’ Christmas joy!
Tomorrow (Tuesday) I finally get to see a doctor – a hand guy – and he’ll let me know if I need surgery or just a cast. Either way I’ll miss out on taking down the lights and the tree and putting those boxes back in the attic. And, either way, I won’t be making music or typing with both hands for a while.
By the way, I’m irritated at those of you who thought it was a good idea to tell me the worst I-know-a-guy-who-broke-his-hand-and-was-never-the-same-again stories via e-mail, Facebook and Twitter over the last week. Interweb friend, your spiritual gift is not affirmation. Zip it, Eor.
Of course this could just be Mr. Lortab talking through me. Love that guy.
Jenn says:
Isn’t it great when God uses something we don’t like to teach us lessons?
You’re on the flip-side of servant-hood. Instead of being the one serving others, others are serving you. In the forms of cooking and decorating, etc.
I understand how difficult it is to be in a holding-pattern of sorts but I’ve learned to praise God in the midst of it and to true relax in his hands.
Not that I’m saying you haven’t – I’m just giving you my personal experience 🙂 Praying for speedy recovery with no surgery! 🙂
JessicaB says:
Really do feel bad for you. 🙂
And I never knew any guy with a broke hand story.
So give Mr. Lortab my best.
ChadJ says:
Wish I could say “I feel your pain,” but actually, no, I don’t. The closest analog I can think of is when my SI joint locked up. Never broke anything, and don’t want to. While you enjoy Mr. Lortab, think I’ll avail myself of Mr. Rozerem tonight.
Tanya Robinson says:
“a sin you can barely hear isn’t really a sin in some denominations”
That made me laugh aloud. I hope someday you can laugh at all this!
Kelli says:
Just so you know, I’m pretty sure my husband would willingly break his hand to get out of the Christmas decorating thing – particularly the stringing of lights from the gutters amidst frozen drizzle. In fact, he became such a Scrooge about it that I, in what can only be described as a terrible moment of weakness (had I been drinking heavily?), told him last year that he only has to string lights every other year. So to you my husband would say – congrats! I’m sorry, though – both that you have to watch and that your wife has to string the lights herself. I feel for her…
The not writing or playing part, though – well that kinda sucks. I’m really am sorry about that.
dean says:
shaun, you never know… the extended break from music making might result in some wildly popular song popping out of your head, which will become the first single from your new release ( i guess they’re called releases now and not albums). hope you heal quickly (but not before that song idea pops out…)
@PaulSteinbrueck says:
It’s nice to see your sense of humor wasn’t broken along with your hand. 🙂
Hoping your hand heals quickly.
kiriseth says:
Praying for a speedy recovery!
happy geek says:
So sorry about your owie hand. It does take great patience to sit and watch others serve. I had my ribcage cracked open this spring (like open heart surgery, only on my lungs) and the 6 weeks of watching others work was very hard. Wishing you lots patience.
Kelli says:
All you need to find is a good hand therapist and you’ll be good as new!
I worked with an OT in TX who was just that person.
And she did amazing things!
It’ll be good as new! 🙂
rhonda says:
I’m so sorry about your hand.
On the flip side, my husband had a bike wreck while traing for a tria….and broke his thumb. His doc didn’t think he would be able to do much with it ever again. He’s got pretty much full range of motion. God will provide.
Hang in there.
cara says:
My husband would pay good money to have an “out” from having to assist with Christmas decorating tomfoolery. You got it for free, and rushing to the aid of your children even. What a hero. 😀 I thought only women had poor spatial awareness… “Give yourself a hug” we tell patients on stretchers being taken through doorways. Try it, it’s safer. LOL
Barbara says:
Oh, I can tell how sad you are to not be lugging those boxes. This post is just *dripping* with angst over not being able to climb into the attic, fending off killer spiders that made it to the USA in an artifact you brought home from a mission’s trip, and wrenching your back while reaching and twisting on the ladder that *almost* reaches high enough, but not quite…
Yes. So sad for you. Just like I keep telling my husband how sad I’d be if I ever broke my hand and had to hire a nanny and a cook while I healed. Really.really.sad.
Praying for a nice sloooow recovery. I mean…. Get better soon. 🙂 (for realsies. Get better soon!)
Princess Leia says:
As someone who plays piano and flute, and attempts to play guitar, one of my biggest fears in life is breaking a finger (I mean like phobia level fear) – and I don’t even make my living with any of that.
Mr. Lortab may help with the physical pain, but I pray that you’ll have peace amongst the emotional pain of both waiting for a final plan of action and waiting for the healing which will come.
In the meantime, unless you’re left-handed, can’t you still strap on a thumb pick and play guitar? Maybe it’s not the control and quality that you’re used to, but it’s something!
Lindsay says:
Seriously?!?! People sent you those stories? Why? WHY?!?!
Grr…
I’m praying…for complete and quick healing. So sorry you’re in this circumstance. It truly sucks. 🙁
cshell says:
So many things to say on this post….gonna go with…
mmmmmmmm…Lortab
Paula McClintock says:
Sometimes the Lord needs to get our attention in ways that seem unfair, to MAKE us lie down in the green pastures – these things happen for a reason – maybe the Lord is calling you to lie down and be still for a reason! – Listen and be still – I have learnt that the hard way – I usually find the Lord has to knock me off my feet completely to get me to lie down – well, it is more like He has to push me over!
Tater Mama says:
Ouch! Here’s hoping no surgery is needed. And again, ouch!
Amy D. says:
Ouch, ouch, ouch. I am glad you whispered your cuss word, so it wouldn’t really be sinning.
I hope your hand heals quickly.
(and you are the only guy I know with a broke hand story)
JessicaB says:
So have you mentally tortured yourself yet trying to figure out the deeper spiritual meaning behind the hand break?
Like, does God not want you to record a new album, does God not want you to go on tour, does God want you to take a break from the road, spiritual confusion etc, spiritual confusion etc?
…or am I the only one that does that?…
Shaun Groves says:
Not with the hand break, no. I ran into a door. End of story from my vantage point. I don’t think God did this to me. But I do think He can do good to me and through because of it.
jen says:
While I do wish you well, and I’m so sorry that you felt like you were “gonna hurl” and I’m really sorry Q-Tip made you cuss and I’m sorry you got irritated . . . but I’m just laughing at your sarcastic, sitting-and-watching self. Did you sit and tell everyone (out in the drizzle) how warm and snuggly you were inside or did you go out and direct traffic with your one good hand?
“prepare for the arrival of our Savior by standing on ladders in the freezing drizzle to affix lights to the gutters of our house…because Jesus, the Light of the World, descended into the gutters of mortality and sin and freezing drizzle two thousand years ago” love that.
Katie says:
I’m thoroughly amused by the “I wont’ be making music for a long” line followed shortly by the “Make a record with me” logo.
I’m sorry you broke your hand. I hope it heals fast!
Katie
Megan @ Faith Like Mustard says:
Sorry that you broke the hand, but I’m reeeeally enjoying the added snarkiness that comes from Lortab! 😉
Sarah says:
I hope your hand heals quickly enough to take down Christmas decorations. 🙂 And I’m glad you just whisper cussed. HA! that made me giggle:)
Lara says:
You will never be the same. You will be better! Yeah. Better. Better than ever before. In just a few short weeks I’m talkin’ hand-o-steel. Able to….scale…piano keys…leaps and bounds…ok, here’s where my analogy breaks down but you get the point. Better than ever.
Kelly @ Love Well says:
You’ve been typing this post for 5 days, haven’t you?
Shaun Groves says:
Just about!
Ruth says:
Awww…. comon’ though Shaun (whoa, I almost spelled your name wrong), have you ever heard Matthew West’s testimony? Some of his best songs on his second album were written when he didn’t know if he’d ever get to play an instrument again.
Or how about John Eldredge? He broke both arms and was basically useless to his family. Had to be fed and dressed for at least a couple of those weeks. And yet he was taught about allowing other to serve him and be blessed because of it.
I think God’s gonna use this to really shape you if you let Him!
But, ya know, if it were me, I’d probably be pouty and whiney too. :0)
Rebecca says:
This post is utter perfection. I am sorry about your hand Shaun but must agree with Megan–so enjoying the humor here.
I mean, really, how often do you get to read something and be equal parts horrified and giggle uncontrollably? You’re my first broke-hand-guy story too. Perhaps I may keep my spiritual gift–though all the affirmation I can think of at the moment sounds downright snarky or cheese-laden. Praying for you and especially Becky.
Rae says:
“For the last week I’ve just been sitting around twiddling my thumb while my wife and in-laws prepare for the arrival of our Savior by standing on ladders in the freezing drizzle to affix lights to the gutters of our house…because Jesus, the Light of the World, descended into the gutters of mortality and sin and freezing drizzle two thousand years ago. Or something like that.”
LOVE this. Thanks for your humour!
rebecca in etx says:
sorry about your hand – and your missing out on all the decorating fun – but i must agree with those before me, love the sarcasm – hilarious!!
praying for you and your loved ones (you know, the ones who had to put up the lights in the freezing drizzle while you twiddled your thumb)
shayne says:
You shall now and henceforth be named in my mind…The Curse Whisperer.
I am in awe of your ability to keep it to that level, because personally, if I were in that kind of pain, I would have used by very best outside voice.
Praying for you.
P.S. Was that whole bit about missing out on hanging the lights and “robber o’ Christmas joy” really you or the Lortab talking? Snark-suspicious minds want to know.
Shaun Groves says:
100% snark, Shayne.
And today I get my hand re-examined and rest, I’m guessing. So we’ll see if the outside voice can be contained this time ; )
Adam says:
That stinks, sorry to hear about the injury. It is good that in the midst of these times we learn lessons. I always hope that by this time in my life I would stop doing silly things and therefore not have to learn any more lessons, because I had all my ducks in a row. I am finding that…that time may never exist for me, ha ha.
Maybe a time of observation will be good, sitting back and not being able to be a part of the rush. At least the kids are ok, Christmas won’t be canceled, and doctors exist that can write prescriptions for gnarly drugs.
Robin Lawrimore says:
Wow! I’m amazed you got this blog typed and sent out! Way to go, oh left handed one. Fear not though, your body is made to heal itself! : )
Danielle says:
Those who learn to laugh at themselves shall never cease to be amused… so laugh. I’m laughing at myself and for your comic enjoyment I’ll share what happened to me yesterday.
I’ve been in India for the last four months. I’m supposed to be leaving on Monday for another country, navigating three airports, two shuttles, and one hotel with two suitcases and a backpack singlehandedly. Yesterday was my last day at a school here and they asked me to perform one more dance before I left. I discovered that if you kick off your sandals to dance barefoot on a tile/cement floor that has been baking in the sun all day your feet will get burned. They’ll develop two-inch blisters on the balls of your feet to be precise. (Before you accuse me of being stupid, I have danced on that floor barefoot previously but apparently at a time of day when it wasn’t so hot.) So for the moment I can’t really walk. Minimal walking requires waddling like a duck on my heels. But a friend and I have already laughed multiple times over the ridiculousness of it all despite the fact that I had a full schedule of engagements with people this week and don’t know how it’s all going to work out since I’m sitting in my room with my gauze-wrapped feet propped on the bed. But on a better note, the dance was a great hit. So you’re in good company. I haven’t blogged about mine yet, but I’m sure I will.
Terrace Crawford says:
Hey… looky looky whose here. See? I care. =)
Sorry to hear about your injury. Mend quickly.
//TC//
Ethan says:
Hey Shaun,
So I remember listening to “Welcome Home” on like, an old Wow CD when I was in high school, and that was really all I’d ever heard of you until you came to a World Vision Acting On AIDS Leadership conference in 2006 and blew my mind with a breakout session talk on the Kingdom, which you spoke about in a way that I’d never heard or understood before, even though I’d grown up in the Evangelical Christian world. I think it was the Spirit pricking my brain and saying, “Welcome to Step One of the process from being a second-generation Christian to being mine, really mine.” Fast forward a few years, and God has been faithful to rescue me time and again when I *really* didn’t deserve it, and the Spirit of the Most High has steadily been at work in me, changing me from the inside out. Of course life’s still hard and I’m still not perfect, but hey, it’s a life-long process, right?
Anyway, I found your blog a couple months back and have been furiously reading my way through as many posts as I have time for each week, and I just thought that I’d drop a note of encouragement to you and thankfulness for you. The Everlasting has used your words, from 2006 and your blog these last few months, to really challenge and move me. So thank you.
Also, I totally smashed my right hand up in an accident back in 2002 and had to have surgery on it. It’s perfectly fine and the only time I even remember the accident is when the light catches just so and I can see the faint scar from surgery. I think you’ll be just fine, so let your mind rest easy, and I’ll pray for your hand.
Thanks for all you do, and will continue to do!
Ethan
Tara L. says:
Been buried in life and missed this bummer of an update.
Sorry about your hand.
I will refrain from smart aleck remarks and just say – hands are important and I am praying for yours.
Dawn says:
That is the suck. My husband is a guitarist, so he gets very squirmy about hand injuries. Hope you heal up soon!
And for the record, whisper cussing isn’t a sin in my denomination.
Su says:
Ow, ow, ow. When I read the words “I broke my hand longways” I cussed FOR you. And then you told me that you already did it for yourself. There is no part of my body that is NOT currently aching on your behalf, thankyouverymuch (yes, I have an active imagination).
Heal quickly. And properly. You don’t want to miss out on decorating for any more holidays.