Thursday afternoon I began to slice open a pre-cut bagel for Livvy. They say pre-cut, but they're never totally sliced all the way through. So I always end up having to pull out a knife to finish their job. I just received new knives and I'm not used to them yet. I love 'em, though!
The knife sliced through that bagel like butter. Apparently the job wasn't tough enough because it continued to slice through my finger. Ouch. As soon as I looked at my finger, I knew that stitches were in short order. Brynn called my piano students' mom to cancel lessons at the last minute. Emma prepared a paper towel for me to wrap up my finger. I had bled through it as well as several tissues by the time I got myself to the Emergency Room.
The guy who stitched me up was great. His name is James. He showed me how and where to apply pressure to my finger to cut off the blood flow. It was soooooo cool! When the bleeding stopped, I was totally fascinated with how the layers of skin & tissue looked. I just looked & looked with feelings of awe & joy. If you've wondered if I have a sensitive stomach to this sort of gruesomeness, let me just set you straight: I LOVE this kind of stuff! If I didn't have to go to school to learn how to be a medical assistant or something of that sort in the medical field, I'd be ALL OVER IT!
The assistant helping James didn't have as strong a stomach as I thought one should have for the career. She struggled with the pressure thing & couldn't keep the blood at bay at first. She kept turning her head away. I watched what was going on more than she did. I asked lots and lots of questions and James was a willing teacher. Everything he explained made total sense to me. I learned a lot and wish I could sponge up some more. But it's not worth slicing another finger for.
The assistant gauzed my finger up. I held back my giggles of the thoughts that ran through my not-so-clean mind. Once I was home and things settled down, I took a sharpie & decorated my finger. I only had to wear the gauze for 24 hours.
As soon as the 24 hours were up, I got rid of the wrapping job, cleaned my finger, took some pictures, and then applied a band-aid. My cut is almost as long as the sterile pad of the band-aid! I'm out of commission with playing the piano, guitar, and organ. This totally bums me out because I've been practicing a lot the last 2 months in preparation for a solo I'm scheduled to play on the piano in church on Valentine's Day. I hope I'll be able to still do it, but I won't know for a few more days. Stitches come out Thursday. Wish me luck!
