Warning: the following post is somewhat graphic.
If you have a weak stomach, venture no further.
Today was forecast to be bright and sunny ---
the perfect day to rototill the garden and clear away last year's debris.
We were in desperate need of beastie food
so a trip to the Evil Empire was in order.
However, before we went there we went
to the sewing studio to feed the birds.
I noticed that the finches seemed to be readying to nest
and that they had no nesting material,
so I dug through the scrap box and found
some bright material to cut into teeny strips for
them to use in their nesting box.
I was on the very last strip when I somehow whacked
the side of my left index finger.
I knew I had cut it pretty bad so I ran into
the bathroom and it began gushing blood.
Okay, so it wasn't gushing, but that sounds
so much more dramatic than it was bleeding like a bitch!
Naturally, there wasn't a roll of paper towels
on the sink like there normally is,
so I began rolling toilet paper and applying pressure.
It was soaking through
the Cottenelle as fast as I could pull it off the roll.
Mardell had stepped outside to admire our blooming tulips,
hyacinth and daffodils and was blissfully
unaware that I had cut the entire side of my fingertip off.
Was she ever surprised when she walked back in!
But she grabbed our first aid kit and
found the gauze and wrapped my finger up.
We soon determined that it wasn't going to stop bleeding,
so off to the emergency room we went.
Trust me, you do not want to visit the emergency room on a Sunday morning.
Not that anyone probably wants to visit an emergency room at any time ......
They began to check me in and a nurse came in the room
and asked me to take the gauze off so she could see the wound.
I dripped blood all over their floor so she immediately
took me back to trauma one.
The receptionist had to come find me to give me my fancy little bracelet.
The first thing the nurse did was clean the affected area.
"This is going to sting a little," she warned.
She got it cleaned up so that we could see what was what.
It really didn't look so bad ... but it wouldn't quit bleeding.
I took about 1/8th of an inch off in the outlined area.
Just took the whole side of the tip of my finger right off.
It continued to bleed so she opened up two more packs
of $300 gauze pads and left me to apply pressure.
I finally managed to get it semi-stopped and
was feeling quite encouraged.
Then we had to wait.
And wait some more.
Mardell could tell I was getting antsy and
was ready to be out of there,
so she sang to me.
"Soft kitty, warm kitty,
little ball of fur,
happy kitty, sleepy kitty,
purr purr purr."
Sheldon and Penney would have been proud!
When the crew from Air Link called in and then the helicopter landed,
I knew we were probably there for the long haul.
We were directly underneath the landing pad
and we could smell exhaust from the helicopter.
We could hear them wheeling bodies into various rooms.
I looked at the cut and figured in the world of triage, we
might be lucky to leave by midnight.
Finally a student PA came in and pronounced that it couldn't be stitched.
No kidding? I had that figured out before we ever went to the hospital
and I don't have a medical degree.
She messed with it to make sure there were no foreign bodies in the wound ....
and caused it to once again begin bleeding profusely.
So back to the pads and pressure.
Two hours after we had walked in, the doctor finally came in.
She confirmed it couldn't be stitched and
said the nurse would be in to wrap it.
Before that happened though, she decided that it
probably needed to be cauterized to stop the bleeding.
Without any warning, she applied nitrate to the left edge
that seemed to be bleeding the most.
I was quite proud of the fact that I hadn't cursed to this point.
They heard my "SON OF A BITCH!!!!" down at the staffing station.
The doctor mumbled an apology and hurried down to the
said station to laugh her ass off!
At least the nurse warned me that it might hurt a bit.
The nurse finally arrived to apply a tube bandage with this
handy dandy contraption.