While cutting onions last night, my thumb slipped, got a bit ahead of the backs of the fingers that I use to guilde the knife blade, and I sliced off a chunk at the tip of my thumb as neat as you please.
Eeeeyouch!
Well, actually, it didn't hurt too bad (at least at first) as I keep my knives very sharp. It took a few seconds before it really started bleeding and that was enough for me to get a fresh paper towel (don't have any medical gauze) folded into a pad and over it. My next task was to get Athena (my 2 1/2 year old daughter) into the Explorer and buckled into her seat--one handed. I managed. Also got the piece I'd sliced off packed into a plastic bag with some ice. I figured it's better to have it in case the doctors wanted to try to sew it back on. (Turned out not.) By this time, of course, my thumb was really starting to hurt and the direct pressure to try to get the bleeding stopped was not helping in that regard. Probably the fact that I had been cutting onions contributed as well.
In any case, it was not long after my arrival and checking in at the ER that Athena told me she needed to be change. That was another awkward bit--back in the restroom trying to change her one-handed--but I managed.
Took about 20 minutes before I got called back to be registered and taken to a treatment room and another 10-15 minutes before a doctor got back to see me. Not too bad, I think, since my biggest problem was pain rather than anything life threatening.
End results:
- No, they were not going to try to sew the chunk back on.
- It had been about 7 years since my last tetanus shot, so to be safe they gave me one.
- A prescription for vicodin (sp?) which I will be picking up on the way into work this morning.