WARNING: If you are squeamish, do not look at these pictures!
Last Friday, I was cutting some fabric with a rotary cutter. Little did I know that my left index finger would soon be forever changed. That’s right, I sliced right through it, removing a fair chunk. I was home alone with my 4-year-old son, so there wasn’t much I could do: I rinsed it, compressed it with a washcloth, and proceeded to cuss like a sailor. When my husband arrived home from work, he chuckled and I laughed along with him at the total lame of the situation. It would not stop bleeding if I took the compress off, so I decided to go to the urgent care. I wasn’t sure if they could actually put stitches in it, as a good swatch was missing, but I had no idea what to do with it so I figured I’d better go in and get some advice.
The doc did end up putting five stitches in, though he had to pull pretty tight to close it up. I also got a bonus Tetanus shot. You can see in the second (top view) photo how much I shaved off. Looks like some little monster with a wide, flat mouth took a bite out of the side of my finger, lol! So, needless to say, my planned weekend of sewing was shot. I thought that it wouldn’t be too difficult, I still have nine working fingers, right? But I have tiny knots to tie, and the most difficult part is getting the injured finger out of the way in order to use the others.
Ah, well. On to part two of the weekend injury saga…
When we woke up Saturday morning, my husband was petting our dog, Daisy, and felt a weird gooey spot in her chest. He rolled her over to check it out and discover that she had a large, open wound. It was flat and oval-shaped, and looked like she had somehow deli-shaved off a layer of skin. We were freaked out and took her to the vet for an emergency visit.
She had to be put under and shaved and sutured up, and came home on Monday with yet another cone on her head and a gory-looking Frankenstein-style scar. From what the doctor guessed, she was probably chasing after a small animal and jumped through a barbwire fence and caught her underside. She said they get that type of injury a lot with hunting dogs coming in. So, what we thought was a strange, flat wound, was actually a sliced-open wound. Gross. Poor little Daisy needs to be more careful while on the hunt!
Good news is, we’re both healing nicely and should be back to normal in no time!