Stitches in my Time
Posted by kim on July 10, 2008
My son asked if I’d make supper early tonight (yes, we call it supper instead of dinner here in hickville) as he had a busy schedule. It sounded like a perfect plan since I only had Slim-Fast for lunch, and my stomach was growling. I decided to make one of my specialties…. Hamburger Helper. And blueberry muffins sounded good (with real blueberries, no imitations allowed).
So as I attempted to grab a bowl from the cupboard, two glass pint glasses (from my infamous bar collection) came tumbling down, and a piece of broken glass jabbed into my right wrist. Blood was squirting everywhere! I sent my daughter to the neighbor’s house (EMT) to ask for steri-strips, but they weren’t home. And since I had already soaked up one hand towel in blood, and my fingers were becoming numb, I decided to call the doctor’s office since it was before closing time.
My son drove me up there, and of course the first question they ask is when was your last tetanus shot. And if you don’t remember, get ready for a shot in the butt (actually it was my arm, my hip probably wouldn’t have hurt as much). The physician’s assistant jokingly asked if I was trying to commit suicide by slitting my wrists. He said I probably cut a nerve since my fingers were numb (still is, and it feels funny to type). Anyway, they cleaned it up, stitched me up, and sent me home.
I’m now in the mood for a drink. I’ll have to ask the bartender if I can take a new pint glass home with me.
Pretty funny story too… stalker