Thursday evening I went to open a bone my mom had just dropped off for Hudson and instead of using the scissors I originally picked up, I went for the knife and really stabbed the heck out of my thumb.
If you get squeamish, don't move on with the rest of this post (no pictures, just description).
As soon as I stabbed myself, it immediately started gushing blood and I immediately starting freaking out which led me to almost pass out. JC was in Maryland for work, but thankfully my mom had just left our area about 20 minutes prior, so I called her immediately and told her to turn around. She could barely understand me because I was so short of breath from almost passing out. Thankfully, once I was able to continuously keep pressure on my hand, I stopped feeling like I was going to hit the floor any second.
I called JC and he told me I would probably need stitches which of course meant I burst into tears because that terrifies me. He calmed me down and told me to hang up, so I could continue putting as much pressure as possible on my hand.
About 20 minutes later my mom showed up and accessed the situation. The bleeding had slowed down tremendously and although the wound was pretty deep, she made the executive decision that I didn't need stitches since they would really just help stop the bleeding (pretty much done) and keep me from having a scar (don't care).
We decided to FaceTime my friend Michelle, who is a nurse, to get her opinion. She agreed with our plan and we headed straight to Walgreens for supplies.
30 minutes later I was all bandaged up.
It hurt pretty bad and it was pretty difficult to do anything, especially with a crazy puppy (who could have cared less - he had a ham bone to chew on!), but I managed through the rest of the night in and out of sleep.
The next morning I was heading to Pittsburgh for a friend's baby shower and of course hadn't packed (that was supposed to happen the night before...). In addition, my hair was a hot mess, so I desperately needed a shower and to blow dry/straighten my hair. Needless to say, it took twice as long as normal and by the time Katie pulled in my driveway, I was in quite a bit of pain for all the aggravation from the morning.
I got a little nervous by early afternoon that we had made a wrong decision in not going to the ER. My thumb looked slightly swollen, I could see some blood seeping through and my hand was really hurting. When we got back from lunch, I immediately started rewrapping my hand and pulling my thumb in so I had less of an option to use it. It's safe to say that made life 10x more difficult than it already was, but I haven't had to take any Tylenol since I did that.
I did another rewrap session last night and things look pretty good - no sign of infection and it appears to be closing up. So I think we're on our way to healing, although I'm not sure how long that's going to take. I imagine twice as long since I'm having to deal with a puppy one handed and that definitely doesn't help speed up the healing process. We shall see....
Oh and I forgot to mention - Hudson caused me to jam my ring finger on the same hand Wednesday night and it's still super sore. So basically, I suffered greatly to type this blog post for you guys. You're welcome ;)
Silence on the blog this week will be due to my inability to properly type a sentence without hitting backspace 17x.
How was yall's (or "yins" as I learned in Pittsburgh) weekend?!