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.
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!