Today, at a homeschooling picnic, I was exercising...to fulfill my 15 minutes of required P.E. time (and you think we don't have "gym"?) As I used exercise equipment at the park, my fingers were crushed by a misguided youth, who inadvertently slammed the neighboring piece of iron bar into my digits of BOTH hands. I spurted and dripped hemoglobin and plasma carelessly as I ran to my mother, who lounged (*lounged?!? says mom*) a 1/2 mile away.
I wasn't very valiant, but I withstood the pain as waves of nausea and feelings of faintness came over me.
My mother rushed me to the ER at SOCH. Props to those nurses. (holla!) After a ride in a wheelchair and hospital bed, a couple of xrays on BOTH hands, and TOO many needles,they performed a "re-insertion" of my fingernail bed (yes, it looked as gross and painful as it sounds) derma-bonded by skin shut on my left hand. Ice was prescribed for my right hand. Both hands will lose fingernails, one maybe permanently. EPIC!!
You may be wondering, why I have foil wrapped around my splinted finger? (lovingly named Oswald - for it has its own heartbeat now) I have an ice wrap around the splint and the foil keeps it contained and cold.
After a long day of perseverance and much medication, I lay - eating my bowl of cereal (honey nut o's) watching a NEW episode of Cake Boss.
That is all.
Signing off,
The Unsocial Homeschooler
Current read: 101 Ways to Survive a Traumatic Injury
