As you may or may not know, I nearly amputated my fingertip. Here’s how it happened:
It was a normal Friday morning, I had enjoyed a slice of carrot cake (from the day before) for breakfast and thought it would be a great idea to thaw some salmon for Mysse’s dinner. Well, the salmon comes as a frozen sausage wrapped in plastic… And I had to cut a slice off it… Needless to say it was one of the brightest ideas I’ve had in a while… or not.
At first I thought I just hit my finger against the table, because the pain was similar to having slammed your finger between the door (something I’ve had the joy of experiencing multiple times), but when I turned my hand to check I was greeted by a gaping, profusely bleeding joker smile. I grabbed some tissue paper, wrapped it around my finger, and sat on the sofa praying the bleeding would stop and I wouldn’t bleed to death.
I phoned my mum, trying not to break down, and decided to head to the university hospital to get it checked. I messaged A (who has a car) saying “I’ve chopped of my finger… would appreciate a ride to the doctor” 😛
Upon arriving to the hospital I was labeled a “trauma patient” and sat in line waiting for the doctor to call my name. I waited for nearly an hour, and towards the end the pain-numbing effects of adrenaline started to wear off and a dull, pounding ache started to settle in.
After what felt like forever I was finally called in, and then I had to explain how, why and when everything happened. A few minutes into my storytelling a young doctor comes in, followed by a bunch of medical students “This is a teaching hospital, after all” and apparently my finger was worth showing everyone 😛
I was then escorted to a small procedure room to get stitched up – 3 stitches in total. At first the doctor only put two in, but “because of this flappy portion *pointing at a flappy piece of skin* I’m going to put one more to keep it down”. One of the students gave me her contact information, and she was the one who took my stitches.
It’s now been a week since I had my stitches removed, but here is a beautiful picture of the stitched up period.
Top left: day after sutures
Bottom left: day 2 or 3 after sutures
Bottom right: day 8(?) after sutures
Top right: two fays post suture removal (day 16 post accident)
I’m not sure how positive this experience has been, but at least one good thing came out of this; I got stitches!
(I have this somewhat odd list of things I want to experience at least once, and having stitches was on that list – check!) … (having an MRI, breaking a bone, being under general anesthesia, and many other fun things have yet to be experienced 🙂 ) … (yes, I’m a sick person)