Maimed Sally
Jun. 17th, 2006 10:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annwfynToday 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.
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!
