it's rather dark in here. natural lighting is hiding behind the pre-stormy clouds and i've really got this thing against light bulbs these days. mostly because they won't commit.
fact: i can be accident prone.
other fact: i tried to open something with a pocket knife the other night.
other other fact: i slipped.
another other fact: the ER isn't such a bad place at night if you like eavesdropping on drug-induced conversations.
introducing, my new pal frankenfinger:
truth: it never really hurt that bad. and it's actually quite intriguing to have stitches in your own finger, like you're a piece of fabric or something. i occasionally slide the bandage off and examine the holes in my finger and poke it a little bit.
my new role model:
the most painful part were the numbing shots. i hate needles. the PA told me he sees too many people in the ER who love them, so i was a nice change. (cue the druggies in the background)
dr: have you ever had stitches?
i: have you ever given stitches?
dr: do you know what that white part is?
i: my finger meat?
dr: (laughs) it's fat.
i: put that back in there!!!
dr: most people tell me to take it out.
i: no way. my fingers get too cold.
no less than 3 people (2 family members & one BFF) responded to the initial news of my traumatic injury by making fun of the time i sewed my finger to a sewing machine. okay, touche. (jerks.)
my first thought after the injury...
"BUT I HAVE A FRISBEE TOURNAMENT ON SATURDAY!"
(foreshadowing the next blog post, at a date TBD. stay tuned.)
you know "buddy the elf - what's your favorite color?"
i think i've become "i'm katie - want to see my stitches??"