Wednesday, March 21, 2007

The saga of the carrot continues

So, about an hour after writing the previous entry, I removed the plaster to have a look at which point blood started welling up, running down my finger and dripping all over my floor in great quantity. It was at this point that I decided a trip to A&E was in order. After sitting in the waiting room for an hour and a half, watching the blood become visible through the thick temporary dressing they’d given me, a nice paramedic cleaned it up, stuck surgical tape on it to pull it together and then covered my finger in a big white dressing that’s making it very hard to type. At half past midnight I finally got into bed, where it started to throb like anything, and I had a very disturbed sleep. This morning I’m rather tired but pleased with myself for sorting everything out, and also for successfully washing my hair with only one hand! I’ve also had lots of sympathy from people at work. However, in terms of pain, stress and inconvenience I would officially not recommend hacking a chunk out of your finger. Definitely at the opposite end of the scale from drinking through cream.

1 comment:

Juicy said...

Oh No!! Having experienced a similar thing when trying to separate 2 pieces of frozen chicken with a bread knife and nearly passing out with pain when the knife stabbed my finger (I still have no feeling in that part of my hand) I can understand your pain! Luckily many people were on hand to help me and it wasn't late at night. And to think, while you were at the opposite end of the scale I was actually drinking through cream...