Mar 19
Life without lefty
I have deemed it the FrankenFinger.
(the bruising doesn’t show in this pic, but the swelling and current bandaged-ness does)
See, I had a bit of an accident at work yesterday. Took off a large potion of my finger with an exacto. Luckily, I work in a hospital so the ride to the ER was quick. Six (maybe 7 – cant really remember – the brain does funny things in moments like that) stitches later, including one or two through my nail, and humpty dumpty was all put back together again.
I’m not entirely sure what is going on under the bandage right now. Shock and adrenaline made me a bit loopy during the ER visit and thankfully I don’t really remember much. Tomorrow I take off the bandages to asses the damage, clean and rebandage. I fully admit the thought off seeing it terrifies me.
The lack of use of my left hand makes typing a bit tricky, along with pretty much everything else. But as soon as I can type again without wanting to scream there will be a new post all about life with only one hand. By then I am hoping to see the humor in the hot mess antics that are my current situation. (Hey, you try washing your hair with one hand!)
Also, there go all my lovely manicure plans for then near future. Due to the stitches through my nail it is probably going to fall off. Booo.
This is my life, as a clutz.
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Deep breath. I’m totally with you on terror at having to look under the bandages tomorrow. I’d be repeating to myself that the hospital wouldn’t send me home if I couldn’t cope — while quaffing pain meds and muttering. The good thing is, it’ll never look as bad again as it does the first time you have to look at it.
Years ago, I did everything with my “off” hand for 6 weeks due to having repair surgery after slicing through a finger tendon. It never gets funny, but it does get manageable. I drove a stick shift and cooked Thanksgiving dinner with my right arm immobilized. You will cope.
DAMN GIRL. That is all. =(
thanks for the encouraging words drwende!
sadly, I didn’t get any pain meds. Thankfully a good friend cam over and did the initial unwrapping and cleaning before giving me the all clear to take a look.
It’s good to know the worst is over!
Cookbook, I know right!
Oh I am having the screaming heebie jeebies just at the thought of looking under there. But having had some nasty stitches in high school (suffice it to say they had to pin the bones together underneath and the pins were removable so they stuck out) I can verify Wende’s statement – it will never look as bad as it does now. And hopefully it will look much better very soon!