In Stitches
Apr. 29th, 2008 08:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
polyhordeI've never been stung by a bee.
I've never broken a bone.
I've never had a concussion.
I've never had to go to the emergency room.
I've never needed stitches.
So at the moment I'm trying to ignore the pins-and-needles feeling in my left index finger (something rather difficult to do, especially since its wrapped in gauze 3/4 of an inch thick). Like a true student I put off my "Experimental Archeology Project" until the last possible second. I was carving a Venus figurine out of a piece of wood with a dull knife. For those unfamiliar with the circumstances I'll simplify things:
Rushed student(whose inexperienced at whittling) + Dull knife = BAD
I cut myself right across the knuckle and, for fear of serious damage, opted to have Nick drive me to Regional. Dad was at the office so he met me at the ER, after the necessary paper work and a fairly short wait I was seen by three very kind nurses and one MD. The loaded me up with a local (that stung like a bitch); waited about 15 minutes and stitched me up. Dave showed up just in time to hold my hand. Four stitches, I've got two on Dave. Ha!
Oddly, I was in a terrible mood all day, the final for auditions did not go nearly as well as I had hoped and I couldn't stop crying - I honestly don't know why. But as soon as I had stopped chanting "OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! NICK HELP!" and calmed down I did nothing but joke until I was released. I kept myself laughing, if no one else. That seems to be how I am when someone is injured or sick, if you aren't near imminent death or recovering from open-heart then you ought to be laughing. Better than crying anyway.
I've never broken a bone.
I've never had a concussion.
So at the moment I'm trying to ignore the pins-and-needles feeling in my left index finger (something rather difficult to do, especially since its wrapped in gauze 3/4 of an inch thick). Like a true student I put off my "Experimental Archeology Project" until the last possible second. I was carving a Venus figurine out of a piece of wood with a dull knife. For those unfamiliar with the circumstances I'll simplify things:
Rushed student(whose inexperienced at whittling) + Dull knife = BAD
I cut myself right across the knuckle and, for fear of serious damage, opted to have Nick drive me to Regional. Dad was at the office so he met me at the ER, after the necessary paper work and a fairly short wait I was seen by three very kind nurses and one MD. The loaded me up with a local (that stung like a bitch); waited about 15 minutes and stitched me up. Dave showed up just in time to hold my hand. Four stitches, I've got two on Dave. Ha!
Oddly, I was in a terrible mood all day, the final for auditions did not go nearly as well as I had hoped and I couldn't stop crying - I honestly don't know why. But as soon as I had stopped chanting "OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! NICK HELP!" and calmed down I did nothing but joke until I was released. I kept myself laughing, if no one else. That seems to be how I am when someone is injured or sick, if you aren't near imminent death or recovering from open-heart then you ought to be laughing. Better than crying anyway.
