This morning I woke up and my finger hurt incredibly bad. I am guessing it was because of how tightly I wrapped it. Being the big baby that I am, I called my mom to find out the best course of action.
She asked me to look under the band aids at the wound. Unfortunately, they were basically glued together and I had to cut up the side to get a look. I have never experienced this reaction before: instantly upon seeing my sectioned finger, I became nauseated and light headed. I laid down. At that point in time, my mom advised me to go to the doctor.
Naive as I tend to be, I assumed it would be a quick in/out kind of thing. I wanted a doctor to just see it and tell me it would be fine, especially since I apparently cannot stomach the sight of it. It seems my finger will be fine, beginning to heal itself in a few days. The doctor put liquid skin on it and covered it with a band aid which serves two purposes: I cannot see the injury, and I am reminded that I'm injured (though, trust me, it would be impossible for me to forget that fact) and to be careful.
It was the other part of the visit that I hadn't thought about. I was two years overdue for a tetanus immunization. So yes, I got to have one of those today, too. My right hand, with my mangled index finger is almost useless for many tasks, and now my left arm is dead at the shoulder. If I remember correctly, when I had the tetanus shot at age 15, my arm hurt for two weeks. Sigh.
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