Don't Leave Home with Your Thumb Off
Some excitement here tonight!
La Cyn and I were making dinner. I had pan-fried and roasted a delicious bit of hanger steak and La Cyn was doing the salad. She was in the midst of slicing up a tomato and had just asked me if I wanted it in wedges or to have the wedges sliced in half, I said "Halves," and she immediately sliced about half of the tip of her right (remember, she's a lefty) thumb off. Nice clean slice, but not the halves that I had meant.
She hared off to the bathroom with a dishtowel, swearing her head off, I finished slicing the tomato. From the bathroom I heard a faint, "I think we might need to go to the emergency room." "What?" I said, because I am old and hard of hearing. "I THINK WE MIGHT NEED TO GO TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM." La Cyn proclaimed in a louder tone.
Having dispatched and divided the remains of the salad fixins', I joined her in the bathroom to examine the situation her thumb. As a veteran of several knife accidents myself as well as my ex's, I had a look at the bloody mess and declared, "One, I can't drive you to the emergency room, as I've already had a couple of cocktails and have a nice mellow buzz on, and; two, having gone to the emergency room for hand wounds a couple of times I can tell you right now that they're gonna do exactly what I can do right here at home. Sterilize that, and then super glue it back together. They're not gonna give you stitches, they're going to painfully lavage it, maybe even cut that skin flap off, and the glue the shit out of it."
"Okay."
So I made her hold her hand above her head, with an ice cube pressed against it, all through dinner. And then, after a nice two minute soak in a shot glass of H2O2, we tried to super glue her flap of skin back on her thumb (reasoning that it was better to keep the flap of skin for healing than just tearing it off). Which is when we discovered that my wee tube of Krazy Glue had dried up since the last time I'd sliced my own hand open.
Out to the Walgreen's with me, where I also got our wounded soldier some Red Vines and some Hersey's with almonds. Because one needs treats when one has been wounded in action. And then when I got home, found out that I'd purchased the Krazy Glue PEN, which is NOT the same as the tube. You have to press the nib against whatever it is that you're gluing to get the glue to flow. Oh joy. La Cyn has thus far refused to let me venture back out to the Walgreen's for more glue, and even cut open my old tube of glue to find a small bit of residual gluey-ness.
And now after much gluing and H2O2 soaking, La Cyn has a big old band-aid on her thumb, and we're gonna see where she is tomorrow. She hockey'd up, and glued that shit (because the glue causes a bit of stinging, I eventually had to hand it off to her, because it's easier to inflict pain on onesownself, than have someone else do it, and I was really having an issue with causing La Cyn pain), I keep offering to call our friends to give us a lift to the emergency room, but again, there's really not going to be much they can do beyond what we have done already, aside from prescribe a course of antibiotics for her.
Anyway, as a seasoned veteran of "this wound needs to go to A&E, and this wound is one that we can deal with" I'd say we have thus far successfully managed a wound that A&E would have probably done the exact same things with.
At least she still has a thumb! That's a huge bonus in the House of Cats and Klutzy Women.
La Cyn and I were making dinner. I had pan-fried and roasted a delicious bit of hanger steak and La Cyn was doing the salad. She was in the midst of slicing up a tomato and had just asked me if I wanted it in wedges or to have the wedges sliced in half, I said "Halves," and she immediately sliced about half of the tip of her right (remember, she's a lefty) thumb off. Nice clean slice, but not the halves that I had meant.
She hared off to the bathroom with a dishtowel, swearing her head off, I finished slicing the tomato. From the bathroom I heard a faint, "I think we might need to go to the emergency room." "What?" I said, because I am old and hard of hearing. "I THINK WE MIGHT NEED TO GO TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM." La Cyn proclaimed in a louder tone.
Having dispatched and divided the remains of the salad fixins', I joined her in the bathroom to examine the situation her thumb. As a veteran of several knife accidents myself as well as my ex's, I had a look at the bloody mess and declared, "One, I can't drive you to the emergency room, as I've already had a couple of cocktails and have a nice mellow buzz on, and; two, having gone to the emergency room for hand wounds a couple of times I can tell you right now that they're gonna do exactly what I can do right here at home. Sterilize that, and then super glue it back together. They're not gonna give you stitches, they're going to painfully lavage it, maybe even cut that skin flap off, and the glue the shit out of it."
"Okay."
So I made her hold her hand above her head, with an ice cube pressed against it, all through dinner. And then, after a nice two minute soak in a shot glass of H2O2, we tried to super glue her flap of skin back on her thumb (reasoning that it was better to keep the flap of skin for healing than just tearing it off). Which is when we discovered that my wee tube of Krazy Glue had dried up since the last time I'd sliced my own hand open.
Out to the Walgreen's with me, where I also got our wounded soldier some Red Vines and some Hersey's with almonds. Because one needs treats when one has been wounded in action. And then when I got home, found out that I'd purchased the Krazy Glue PEN, which is NOT the same as the tube. You have to press the nib against whatever it is that you're gluing to get the glue to flow. Oh joy. La Cyn has thus far refused to let me venture back out to the Walgreen's for more glue, and even cut open my old tube of glue to find a small bit of residual gluey-ness.
And now after much gluing and H2O2 soaking, La Cyn has a big old band-aid on her thumb, and we're gonna see where she is tomorrow. She hockey'd up, and glued that shit (because the glue causes a bit of stinging, I eventually had to hand it off to her, because it's easier to inflict pain on onesownself, than have someone else do it, and I was really having an issue with causing La Cyn pain), I keep offering to call our friends to give us a lift to the emergency room, but again, there's really not going to be much they can do beyond what we have done already, aside from prescribe a course of antibiotics for her.
Anyway, as a seasoned veteran of "this wound needs to go to A&E, and this wound is one that we can deal with" I'd say we have thus far successfully managed a wound that A&E would have probably done the exact same things with.
At least she still has a thumb! That's a huge bonus in the House of Cats and Klutzy Women.