Songbird76
Well-Known Member
Did I not say? I must have only put it in the other thread. Sorry. I sliced my finger open Friday. I was cleaning up the kitchen counter and there was a knife I had used to cut lettuce and I bumped the handle and it flipped and spun and caught my finger on the way down. I had to call my husband at work to come home and take me to get stitches, which they ended up not being able to do because of the way I cut it (I'm talented like that) and so they had to use special tape instead. Hubby drives half an hour home to get me, gets me buckled into the car and then just starts laughing, because it's so ME. I told him I was pretty proud that this is the first time he's ever had to rush home to get me medical attention. Usually my klutziness is limited to running into doors, poles, tripping over air, etc. Poor DD had to call him for me because I couldn't let go of my finger to dial the phone, and she was flustered and upset and scared. She started crying when she had to go back to school and daddy wasn't there yet. She was afraid to leave me alone. So now the bandage is off and I have to leave the pressure tape stuff on for a few more days and just cover it with a bandaid. Now you can't tell how bad it is and it's not such a neon sign "Look at my finger!" Thank goodness I didn't have to call an ambulance! I think I'd have died of embarrassment if my neighbors had all watched an ambulance pull up in front of my house. It was bad enough walking out to the car with my hand wrapped in a towel and hubby having to do my seatbelt for me.What happened to you?