Today, my left thumb made contact with the blade of my mandolin slicer. I was trying to make a healthy snack and needed to slice a piece of produce quite thin. Instead, I sliced my finger. Ouch! Simon was to get off the bus in 5 minutes, Norah was trying to nap, and Eric was at work. I figured this registered as an emergency. So I called Eric, all I had to tell him was that I cut myself and felt that I needed stitches. He raced home lickety-split. Norah got out of bed on her own. She had no idea what was going on, but looked confused when I sent her to put on her boots and coat and get in Daddy's car.
At Urgent Care, this gauze replaced my bloodied kitchen towel.
This is how my thumb looked after the doctor's care. A bit immobile, don't you think. I must keep it as dry and clean as possible. My stitches free life has come to an end. I have 3 or 4 stitches in my thumb. The whole procedure was endured with my eyes closed. The four to five shots to numb the area were the worst.
It makes knitting away rather difficult. I tried a few rows. I have to use my clumsy wrapped thumb or hold the needle with my index and middle finger. Either way it is awkward, slower, and works different muscles. Hopefully each day gets better.