Monday, August 1, 2016

Let's Just Forget the Last Week, Shall We?

I had the house to myself for the weekend, though working on Saturdays does put a big damper on weekends.  I got up early Sunday, repotted a plant, and was just doing dishes while finishing my coffee before going for a walk when I broke a stupid wine glass while washing it and the stem went RIGHT into my hand.

This is probably a great time to mention that 1) I faint at the sight of blood, and 2) I was still in my pajamas, and 3) my car is a stick shift.  So, I had to call the ambulance, though at least this time I was downstairs.

The thing I've noticed about doctors is that they have no idea how gross their profession can be,  Necessary?  Yes.  Fascinating?  I'm sure.  But if your patient has already told you that she gets very queasy around blood and needs to not see you putting in stitches, for the love of God, do NOT give her a play-by-play of what you are doing.  And do NOT then be shocked when the patient's heart rate has dropped from 60 to 40.  I think this should be covered in medical school.

Not that the fun ended there.  The nurse who cleaned it up and bandaged it cut off my circulation.  Even with a local anesthetic, I could tell it was super-tight and mentioned it, but she said it had to be to stop the bleeding, but that I could just pull on it later and loosen it.  I now apologize to Theo for all the frustration he went through with his cast, because I was pulling on that thing for all I was worth as soon as I was in the parking lot with my friend who was driving me home.  And I bow to Theo's expertise because hours of tugging did nothing except finally allow me to see part of my hand that was now very, very purple.  By this point Andy was home, and my hand was in more pain than it had been yet, and the nurse on the follow up line was sending us back to the emergency room to get the bandage off, but on the way there she called and checked and said that we could remove the bandage ourselves, which I did immediately.  Not wanting another round in the ER, Andy brought me home and just put me to bed.  And THAT was what I did with my day off. 

Needless to say, I didn't do a Me-Made-Monday.  As I had to call in sick to work, I didn't even get dressed.  I did wear the dragon kimono jacket on Saturday just to keep in the spirit of the thing, but I'm back on track today with this:
There are cropped pants to match, but I can't cope with drawstrings just yet.  My right hand is mostly still bandaged, though I can finally use my thumb and forefinger without too much trouble.  I can't knit--or much of anything else--and I have a whole new appreciation for the dexterity required to squeeze a toothpaste tube.  I should get the stitches out on Thursday.  Maybe knitting by Friday?