And it was the first time I’ve ever hurt myself enough to seek emergency care. I’ve always prided myself on no stitches, no strains, no sprains, no breaks, no fevers higher than 104, no appendicitis, no burns, no nothing. All of that went out the window today when a loudly crying and impatient Scarlet made me flustered while making her dinner. Flustered people shouldn’t hold knives. I had successfully cut her avocado but I was using the knife to get out the pit and I sliced my ring finger instead. I remember the sound of the heavy pit falling to the floor and I grabbed a paper towel and quickly wrapped my finger. I actually thought that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad and I could just not tell anyone (read: Cassidy) about it and just put some Neosporin and a bandage on it and call it a day. When I looked at it, though, I know something was wrong because it looked different than any surface cut and scrape I’d ever had. I showed Cassidy and once we decided I’d have to go get it checked out, I promptly walked into the freezer and then lay on the couch or else fainting would surely have happened. It would have been my first fainting as well…
I said to Cassidy, “I wish I could turn back time.” I guess that’s what happens after you hurt yourself, huh? I kept thinking about the what ifs and how if I had been more careful, we wouldn’t be on our way to the clinic, me in my mismatched see-through skirt, ridiculously bejeweled tank and running sneakers and Scarlet in just a t-shirt and diaper with messy pigtails and an empty stomach. It’s all funny in retrospect.
Western Mass healthcare continues to amaze me. I was seen very fast and by awesome doctors and nurses. If you’re squeamish, don’t read here: The cut was a gaping wound above my wedding ring and the ring had to come off. I tried myself to take it off but it just got stuck in the cut and made it bleed more. It was heinous. I told the doctor I couldn’t hurt myself but I didn’t mind if she hurt me so she took it off for me after some twisting. Yuck.
Anyway, they numbed the finger with a needle and after three stitches that I could feel even when they told me I wouldn’t, they called me “brave” and “stoic” and they called Scarlet a “precious peanut.”
I always wondered what I’d be like if I ever got hurt. And I know this was small on the grand scale (the doctor gave it a 4 out of 10), but I still reacted EXACTLY how I always knew I would. I instantly felt faint and nauseous, then snapped right out of it and got in the car with my family to get fixed. The best part was when they asked me if I was squeamish and if I’d need to lie down. “I just had a baby,” I said. “Ah…say no more,” they said and stuck those needles in like there was no tomorrow.