Sunday, May 23, 2010

A Stitch in Mine...

Have you ever had stitches? I managed to live 52 years without ever requiring a sewing of myself back together. I ruined my record last Tuesday evening when I  sliced my pinkie finger open on a can lid. I was making a lovely whole wheat crusted pizza for my family when this carnage occurred. The can of olives was sitting there with the lid sticking straight up (my mistake!) and as I moved my hands from the pizza to the chopped olives on the cutting board I grazed my hand over the lid's sharp edge.

Beware!

How is it that I have given birth to five babys with little to no pain medication and handeled it like a trooper, but this little cut just about layed me out on the floor? If Brittany hadn't been home I don't know what I would have done! She held my hand under running water to clean the cut and then had to apply pressure to get the bleeding stopped. I was so woozy and nauseous, I couldn't believe it! At the doctor's office I blacked out while sitting with my arm up on the exam table. The nurse asked if I would like her to open the window. (This was after she had put 3 injections right into my wound!) I must have had no color in my face and I know I was clammy and couldn't form words to answer her. My goodness! I am always the strong one, the one who can take care of anything on anyone! How did this deep little cut do that to me?

At any rate, I ended up with 2 little stitches to hold the thing closed because of where it was located near the knuckle. Big Deal! I have complete empathy for anyone who has ever had to have stitches. I felt like such a wimp! I can only imagine how bad it would have been for me if it had been larger. NO FUN!

4 comments:

URFAVE5 said...

You poor thing! My heart goes out to you. A few months ago I had one of those foot razor deals that takes off the old dead skin. Well somehow I sliced my finger with the razor and let me just tell you I thought I was going to die. It bled and bled and bled. As Brian helped me as Brittany helped you I all of the sudden said, "Oh dear, I'm going to pass out." And there I went. I didn't end up needing stitches but goodness you would have thought I was going to die. I'm not usually like that. I don't know what the deal was. I can only imagine how my little Conner must have felt when he was just 7 years old and had to have 50 stitches in his head. He was so tough. He never cried once. The E.R. doctor thought they'd have to sedate him because of his age and the amount of stitches but Conner said, "No, I'll be o.k. I've had a blessing." And sure enough he laid there still as could be and never moved. My heart went out to him then and since my little tiny slice and dice on my finger it has went out to him even more!

Sorry about your finger! I hope someone got the pizza made:)

Terry and Emalee said...

Oh my I hate those, I cut myself all the time like that. SO far I have not had stitches on my hand, though I have had several others. But the cuts on the hand about do me in like that. Thankfully Terry is usually home to take care of me. Hope you feel better now!

Cougarnana said...

Oh dear, this was an awful story. I think I got a little woozy just reading it. I don't have a lot of experience with stitches, I've had them but I was always sedated during the stitching process, I mean out like a light. I'm sorry about your accident, what a freakish thing to have happen. I learned a good lesson, I will always cut the lid all the way off and throw it away!

Lori said...

Oh you poor thing. I haven't had stitches (well I guess I have when I had the kids, but that doesn't count). Two stiches is two stiches. Don't think of yourself as a wimp - good grief! So glad someone was around when it happened and knew what to do. Glad you are on the road to recovery and sad that it ruined the making of a wonderful pizza.