*WARNING GROSS PICTURE AND DESCRIPTIONS AHEAD*
Well, the day after I posted my last comment, I was working and took a break for lunch. I had this round loaf of bread called shepherd's bread or sheepherder's bread (I forget the exact name) and was slicing it with a big bread knife and wouldn't you know, I tried to take off a finger!
Now, I'll tell you, I'm a complete klutz, so this isn't very unexpected of me. In fact, my mother and aunt have told me to stay out of the kitchen and my aunt has even requested that I let my 10 and 12 year old handle the knives from now on. How sad is it that my family members ask my CHILDREN to handle the sharp objects in the house?! LOL
So, what I find funny looking back on it now, is that when it comes to anyone else in this house getting hurt, I'm the first to react. Hell, I was a vet tech for 8 years. I know how to handle emergency situations, right? Yeah, so what that it was animals, if an animal comes in bleeding, you do the same thing for humans, apply pressure.
But when it happens to me? I don't know what came over me! I just stood there. I saw the flap of skin that I had sawed through turn a whitish blue. It didn't bleed for a split second and I thought, "Oh, I'll just slap a band aid on that..." Then the blood came. I was right by the sink, so I just moved over to the sink and stood there. I literally stood there holding my hand up until my palm was cupping so much blood that it was running over. The thoughts going through my head were something along the lines of, "Ok....no bandaid...urgent care or emergency room?!....hmmmmmm..." I kid you not! So what do I do?!?! I turn around to pick up the phone that I had left on the kitchen table and I call my husband. As soon as he answers I burst into tears and tell him that I cut my finger and should I go to the emergency room? What an idiot I am! He's not standing right there, he doesn't know if I should go to the ER or not! LOL He knows me though, and knew if I was crying it had to be bad, so he did a mini freak out and dropped everything and said he was coming home.
HE was the one who said, "Did you apply pressure?!" I'm holding my hand out and had at this point dripped all over the kitchen floor and into the dirty dishes in the sink now and said, "No". He said, "Get something around it and apply pressure. So I grabbed a paper towel. Folks, when you're bleeding THAT bad...paper towels don't do jack for you! I bled through it in seconds. It at least got it cleaned up enough that I could run to the bathroom for a washcloth, which still wasn't the best because the terry cloth dries to blood, but it worked for what I needed at the time.
Then he told me to get a baggie full of ice and put it on the finger around the washcloth to keep the swelling down. Thank goodness for a bit of a clear head while he was driving home. He was proud of himself because he'd just taken a class at work about Self Aid Buddy Care (Or something like that?) and was able to use the information he'd learned to get me moving. (I still feel like an idiot just standing there watching it all)
It ended up being a good thing that he came home because it had snowed unexpectedly that morning and so he had taken the truck (which has 4WD) leaving me the car since I hadn't really needed to go anywhere. The problem was that my car is not only 2WD (and our drive is on a hill, so can be slick) but is also a clutch. It would have been difficult to drive a stick to the hospital down out of the hills in the snow WHILE trying to apply pressure and hold an ice pack to my left hand.
He talked to me the whole way home and I got ahold of myself after a few minutes realizing that I needed to get out of my lounge pants and put on jeans and shoes somehow (it's hard to button jeans while applying pressure too). Thank goodness for crocs...I just slipped them on. But while trying to think of other things instead of my finger while he was driving home, all I could think about was that I had fabrics in dye that needed to come out in 20 minutes! I had to pull a batch out of a rinse and iron while waiting for him too. (At least it's easy to iron one handed...at least it's easy to iron jobelan one handed! It smooths out pretty easily.)
So my DH, bless his heart, is a little weak stomached and didn't want to see it and was getting queasy just having me describe how I did it. So we went to the ER (where I was thoroughly pissed at the people there. I mean here I am obviously bleeding and in front of me stood a man who was worried about his boy who conked heads with another boy at school and wanted someone to take a look at him. The kid was playing and laughing and running circles around the dad's chair. Didn't look like an emergency to me! There was another lady there who was coughing...
Puh-lease! Poor ER people!!) So, it didn't take long before I was called in and they ask me if I DID THIS ON PURPOSE?! LOL...uhhh no! You don't try to slice your finger off at the knuckle for attention do you?! Or maybe people do...who knows?
So I get in there and the EMT and ER docs were great. They were making me laugh and everything. I had to peel off that washcloth which let me tell you REALLY sucked (remember my comment about it drying to the blood? Yeah...ugh). At least I knew which way the flap of skin was so I could pull it down off my finger instead of up the flap and re-open it. Didn't matter though, it started bleeding again as soon as I took it off. The doc took one look at it and told me I'd need stitches. I asked him how many and he asked why? I said, "Well my husband and I were discussing how many we'd think I needed and we thought 5." He said if I was betting on 5 with my husbnad he could MAKE it 5 so I'd win! LOL I said, "NO, please do however many are needed!" I ended up with 7. Seven lovely stitches in my finger.
The numbing part was so weird. I was terrified of the stitches. The worst part of the whole experience was him injecting the numbing meds into the palm of my hand. Yeah, that hurt more than my finger (though I had it half numbed from all the ice). Then the EMT came in to give me a tetanus shot because I couldn't remember when my last one had been. Compared to my finger, I didn't even flinch at the shot. (Course a couple of days later my arm was pretty sore though) They could have given me 20 in the same injection site and I'd have been fine with it. The doc left me for 10 minutes to let it numb. I could start feeling it numb my palm right away. DH joked that maybe it had already numbed up my arm because I didn't feel the tetanus shot. After 10 minutes we called the doc back in but I was worried it hadn't yet numbed all the way (Have I ever told you of my fear of dentists due to numbing?! Yeah, that's another story I guess). I couldn't feel the right side of my finger, but I could feel the left side! So the doc came in and joked with me about hoping he remembered how to do stitches. And he dips some gauze in alcohol and starts scrubbing my finger. After that I breathed a huge sigh of relief and settled back. I couldn't feel it! YES!!! It was fascinating watching him stitch the sucker up! He said I was extremely lucky because I cut right to the tendon, but not through it. (Thank goodness for that...I didn't want surgery to reattach tendons!)
I had to wear a bandage for the first 48 hours and then they told me I could take it off. During the day I could air it out, but I'd probably want to bandage it up at night so I didn't bump it. Stitches come out in 10 days, etc.
So the day I took off the bandage, I snapped a finger. Here is pre-bandage taking off:

Isn't the bow pretty? LOL
Here it was when I took the bandage off:

I did a bang up job, huh? I cut it from the top knuckle to my fingernail, so I did it pretty good! Of course this was all 9 days ago so it's looking a lot better now, I just haven't shot a photo of it.
It killed the ability to work for the rest of the weekend. This past Tuesday I worked again but had to wear gloves because I'm not allowed to get stitches wet and he didn't want me putting my hand into water for at least 2 days after they come out even!
Typing has been fun...NOT. I am going back to school and have all online classes and so it made doing homework and turning it in pretty difficult. I thought I wasn't going to make the midnight Sunday night deadline! I worked on HTML class for 2 days (Friday and Saturday) and couldn't do anything else after that because it was so sore! By Saturday night, I was worried I couldn't get my accounting or programming class finished, so I popped off emails to both teachers requesting extensions, and they both allowed it, but I got up early on Sunday and got my accounting done by 11am and had my programming done by 3:30, so I was glad to have everything done!
Now it's the weekend before Christmas already! I got all my schoolwork done (the last class finished this morning), and I got all the orders cleared up (save one that's awaiting fabric and the customer knows about it) and I am OFF for a couple of weeks to enjoy the holidays with my family!
I want to stitch a lot, but it's hard watching movies that I want to watch with the kids home. I wanted to watch Wedding Date for the umpteenth time Friday, but when the kids came home, I just couldn't leave it on with some of the diaologue that goes on. Anyway, stitching is pretty hard to do when you have a finger that's slathered with neosporin. I didn't want to get that stuff all over my fabric. I'm hoping Monday they'll take out stitches and I'll be able to get my stitching mojo back! I'm a little concerned about some of the stitches though. The area just over my knuckle doesn't seem to have healed as well. The sides look great and you almost can't even tell there was a cut there, but the middle part still looks pretty hideous. I guess I'll find out on Monday!
Well, I'd better get off of here. Maybe I'll have some stitching to show you after the holidays! Hope everyone is doing well and has a Merry Christmas!