I decided that one of my candles needed a hole in it to drain the wax that had been putting it out. About the time I decided that I should stop, the knife slipped. Because I never do anything at half-effort, I cut three of my fingers on my right hand. But I didn't just lightly cut them like some might do. Instead I sliced them open, cutting two tendons in my ring finger, one in my tendon, and nicking one in my middle finger in addition to cutting a bunch of nerves.
It's safe to say that I called 9-1-1, got a ride in an ambulance, and spent a few hours in the ER. There were also a few minutes when I panicked because I couldn't get ahold of either of the people in this town that I would call with this sort of info (that's something that had me feeling extremely alone here, I think my social life will definitely be something I focus more attention on in the future). Thankfully one of them called me back and NR was a life saver, spending time with me at the hospital, taking me home, and bringing me needed supplies this morning.
Unfortunately, this isn't nearly over. I have 10 weeks or so of recovery time in front of me, including surgery in the next few weeks. So forgive me if there's not much blogging in the next few months, timing with one hand is more complicated than one would think.
And for those that laugh about my "birthday month" curse (March 23 is my birthday), all I can say is it continues. I'll hopefully outgrow this some day.
For those that are interested in seeing the stitching job, I included a picture below. I'll save you from seeing the pre-stitch picture, that one is not pretty.
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| The stitch job |
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| My lovely cast |
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