Maimed Sally
Jun. 17th, 2006 10:06 pmToday I managed to cut the tip of my finger off. Well, not deliberately. I foolishly allowed my hand to rest against the hinges of an open door for a moment while climbing up from sitting on the stairs and the wind blew the door shut.
It was odd. At first I wasn't sure what had happened to me. I didn't hurt. In fact, I didn't feel a thing. Then I looked at my hand, and saw all the blood. Weirdly I wasn't sure what to do. I phoned my Dad and when he answered the phone said "I've cut my finger off. I'm on my own in the house. What do I do?"
Dad said "call an ambulance."
I asked him "what number would that be?"
Eventually after a rather odd 999 call ('I'm afraid we're experiencing a high call volume right now. Please hold and someone will be with you as soon as possible') an ambulance appeared. One ambulance ride, 1 x ray and 14 stitches later the end of my finger was successfully re-attached with only a few problems (there's a long story here featuring a very sleep dep'd surgeon, and jez having to act as a surgical assistant). I'm now bandaged up, and feeling rather sore but alive.
rweishaar and
belleinblack were fantastic for calming me down and finding me ice when they got home and found me in shock with blood pouring from my hand.
pierot was lovely for doing a u turn en route to Egham and coming straight to the hospital as soon as I called ("hi Matt. Is jez driving? Erm...could you tell him that I've cut the tip of my finger off so I'm going to St Thomas hospital if he needs to get in touch with me"), and my Dad was a saint for being able to keep me talking and calm on the phone in the immediate aftermath.
I now have books, ice cream and DVDs. And I can't quite believe that I managed to cut the end of my finger off!
It was odd. At first I wasn't sure what had happened to me. I didn't hurt. In fact, I didn't feel a thing. Then I looked at my hand, and saw all the blood. Weirdly I wasn't sure what to do. I phoned my Dad and when he answered the phone said "I've cut my finger off. I'm on my own in the house. What do I do?"
Dad said "call an ambulance."
I asked him "what number would that be?"
Eventually after a rather odd 999 call ('I'm afraid we're experiencing a high call volume right now. Please hold and someone will be with you as soon as possible') an ambulance appeared. One ambulance ride, 1 x ray and 14 stitches later the end of my finger was successfully re-attached with only a few problems (there's a long story here featuring a very sleep dep'd surgeon, and jez having to act as a surgical assistant). I'm now bandaged up, and feeling rather sore but alive.
I now have books, ice cream and DVDs. And I can't quite believe that I managed to cut the end of my finger off!
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Date: 2006-06-17 09:39 pm (UTC)I've done foolish things with door hinges too, and I certainly understand the not being sure what to do thing - I remember after I managed to slice the back of my wrist open all I wanted to do was hide and hope nobody ever noticed, it never occurred to me to go to hospital, that was for important things...
Now, tell us the long story. I'm incredibly curious.
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Date: 2006-06-18 05:36 am (UTC)It starts at about 5 pm, after I'd been bandaged, and stabilised, and given gas&air painkillers to get me out of shock, and x-rayed and finally given a local anaesthetic by the A&E nurse so she could clean up the wound without me wimpering. I got put on a bed and told that a plastic surgeon was coming down to look at my hand.
At about 5 pm the plastic surgeon arrived - young guy, looking exhausted and blinking occasionally in a sleepy kind of way. He was actually drooling slightly at the corner of the mouth. He staggers in, takes a look at my hand, and says "yeah...we'll bandage you up, and then properly re-attach that on Monday when we can get you into a proper theatre." I feel slightly panicked ('what do you mean you'll keep my finger in two pieces, but held together with a bandage til Monday?') but nod. He then asks me if there is anything he should know before booking me in. I tell him that I've got a slight intolerance to latex - nothing major, but it gives me a rash.
He pauses. He sighs. He says "my manager will throw a fit. We've got a load of rules about how to treat people with a latex allergy. Oh, what the hell. I'll just nip across and steal some instruments from surgery and do it now."
And lo! He wanders off and comes back in a while with a surgery pack which he's just nicked from one of the theatres. He gets on the gloves, and then realises that he's forgotten to open the pack and asks jez "do you mind opening that for me?". Jez opens up the surgery pack, and passes instruments as required. Jez also helps the nice surgeon set up the light on my hand so he can see what he's doing.
He begins to sew. This wouldn't have been quite as alarming had he not got two stitches in, looked at the angles and where the cut was and said "this isn't going to work" and undone the first two stitches. It also would have been far nicer had the local anaesthetic not started to wear off halfway through. We got six stitches in and I said "I think I can sort of feel that". He said "erm...OK. I'll do another stitch and if you can feel that I'll top up the anaesthetic." Two stitches later I apparently went green and said "I'm not meant to feel that, am I? I can feel that" and he pottered off to get more anaesthetic. Jez held my other hand while I tried to break his fingers to stop myself from either passing out or vomiting.
The surgeon comes back, injects my hand with more anaesthetic, and finishes the stitching. He pauses for a while and looks at his handiwork and (jez swears he realises what a botch job it is at this point) says "you know, I think you just need to go back to your local GP in 10 days to have the stitching taken out."
He then gives me some antibiotics and wanders off. It is purely me and jez being ditzy that we don't realise that he hasn't given me any painkillers til we're wandering out of the hospital, just relieved to be free. On the plus side, the non-prescription stuff I'm on isn't too bad - I hurt a LOT but it's manageable pain right now.
It was a weird experience. I'm not entirely convinced I got the cream of the NHS crop there.
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Date: 2006-06-18 09:04 am (UTC)2) What were you doing typing Epically at half five this morning, without (I presume) someone to tell you that that's kind of dumb?
/over protective
Hope you slept well, and the story does sound really cool if people aren't involved. In six months, it'll go down really well at parties... :)
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Date: 2006-06-18 09:28 am (UTC)*looks mournful*
I may go scavaging for painkillers from a doctor tomorrow.
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Date: 2006-06-18 09:31 am (UTC)Things to Do at this hour of the morning will usually involve the net, right? Just try to be careful if you can't find any other distractions. :)
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Date: 2006-06-18 09:05 am (UTC)Because it's funny.
;P
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Date: 2006-06-18 09:16 am (UTC)...I think I should cut it with this metaphor :)
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Date: 2006-06-18 10:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-17 10:02 pm (UTC)Get better soon!
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Date: 2006-06-17 10:58 pm (UTC):P
I'm glad that you're firmly on the mend now!
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Date: 2006-06-17 11:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-18 01:52 am (UTC)Er, oops?
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Date: 2006-06-18 02:59 am (UTC)Glad your ok hon.
*Much Hugs*
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Date: 2006-06-18 06:09 am (UTC)Icecream will help and stuff. Let me know if you need anything!
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Date: 2006-06-18 09:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-18 08:12 am (UTC)*slightly freaked*
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Date: 2006-06-18 09:25 am (UTC)Erm...is this entry really squirm inducing? Should I put it under a cut?
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Date: 2006-06-18 10:22 am (UTC)...
What are you upset about?
:)
Seriously, as much as a wuss and hypochondriac as I am, I've had some rather bloody yet cheerful trips to the ER...
I'm useless during the minor stuff, but great when it actually is a shirt storm... I meant "shit storm" because I'm not sure if I'd handle a shirt storm.
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Date: 2006-06-18 10:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-18 11:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-18 09:32 am (UTC)(This is my Special Sally Icon. Isn't it great? :P)
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Date: 2006-06-18 10:20 am (UTC)Hey, remember all the fun we had when Sally was running around London too soon after her breast reduction surgery and ended up getting an infection because of it?
She's very special.
And yes, I mean that in the exact same way that she says, "Mike is special."
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Date: 2006-06-18 10:22 am (UTC)...What reading would you do? ;)
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Date: 2006-06-18 10:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-18 10:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-18 11:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-18 11:08 am (UTC)Just in case, of course. :D
I'd even worked out what to wear. Though I was a bit stumped by the hat thing - or is that just weddings? :)
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Date: 2006-06-18 09:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-19 07:06 am (UTC)Sally's funeral, I think, should probably involve people coming as their characters. Oh, and to be entirely dragging-back-an-old-joke-I-killed-yesterday, NiN's Ringfinger should be played. ;)
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Date: 2006-06-19 08:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-19 02:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-19 06:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-18 10:16 pm (UTC)But at some point, Ginnie and I apparently turned into Wednesday and Pugsley Addams.
But only I get to call her Pugsley.
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Date: 2006-06-19 07:08 am (UTC)The tools I carry round in my handbag do actually include a pair of pliers and a screwdriver... :)
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Date: 2006-06-19 08:35 am (UTC)What (or who) did you end up barbecuing?
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Date: 2006-06-19 09:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-18 11:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-19 07:09 am (UTC)(And reply, by and large, to thank you for pandering to me and to make Sally's comments figures look more impressive. ;P)
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Date: 2006-06-18 11:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-18 09:17 pm (UTC)*shock* hope you are feeling ok!
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Date: 2006-06-19 05:39 am (UTC)Leahxxx