NB... not for the faint hearted... slightly gross...
I am currently typing with one hand... thankfully my right... why?
WELL...
Yesterday, Andy and I were busily attempting to build some steps in our garden. I was digging the steps out, Andy was building the retainers. I came across a root in the ground that needed to be removed so out came the log splitter. What happened next is a slight mystery to me and, of course happened rather quickly. What was going to be my last attempt before getting my stronger counterpart to have a go ended up being a bit of a disaster. Somehow, my finger got crushed between the axe and a stupidly positioned spade and before long, we were on our way to the hospital with two blearey eyed children, one panicky husband and one mortally wounded me who was cradling a bloody, very painful finger...
If there is one way to bypass the queue in an emergency room, take a teatowel covered in blood - works a treat! I was still out-done by the man delivered through the ambulance door with chest pain - what's with that?... life threatening vs broken fingernail!!!
Finally, the doctor with quite possibly the worst bedside manner attended to me. He mumbled something about removing the nail, stitching the nail bed and x-raying for fracture and administered some panadeine forte and a "ring block" which should deaden your finger completely... huh! He returned a hour later when the (not so effective) block was beginning to wear off and attempted to remove the nail. After some severe kicking and screaming (from the patient), he decided to put some local right into the wound (I am wincing even as I writer this)... which also didn't work but he proceeded to remove the nail anyway. At this point he shared with the nurse in my presence that I had no pain tolerance... he is lucky that I was too incapacitated to test his pain tolerance!
He thought it best to administer another "ring block" before he stitched me up, which, you guessed it, didn't deaden the pain.
Having had a couple of tattoos and piercings, half a day of induced labour and 2 cesareans, I have never experienced such pain.
I may need therapy...
I am currently typing with one hand... thankfully my right... why?
WELL...
Yesterday, Andy and I were busily attempting to build some steps in our garden. I was digging the steps out, Andy was building the retainers. I came across a root in the ground that needed to be removed so out came the log splitter. What happened next is a slight mystery to me and, of course happened rather quickly. What was going to be my last attempt before getting my stronger counterpart to have a go ended up being a bit of a disaster. Somehow, my finger got crushed between the axe and a stupidly positioned spade and before long, we were on our way to the hospital with two blearey eyed children, one panicky husband and one mortally wounded me who was cradling a bloody, very painful finger...
If there is one way to bypass the queue in an emergency room, take a teatowel covered in blood - works a treat! I was still out-done by the man delivered through the ambulance door with chest pain - what's with that?... life threatening vs broken fingernail!!!
Finally, the doctor with quite possibly the worst bedside manner attended to me. He mumbled something about removing the nail, stitching the nail bed and x-raying for fracture and administered some panadeine forte and a "ring block" which should deaden your finger completely... huh! He returned a hour later when the (not so effective) block was beginning to wear off and attempted to remove the nail. After some severe kicking and screaming (from the patient), he decided to put some local right into the wound (I am wincing even as I writer this)... which also didn't work but he proceeded to remove the nail anyway. At this point he shared with the nurse in my presence that I had no pain tolerance... he is lucky that I was too incapacitated to test his pain tolerance!
He thought it best to administer another "ring block" before he stitched me up, which, you guessed it, didn't deaden the pain.
Having had a couple of tattoos and piercings, half a day of induced labour and 2 cesareans, I have never experienced such pain.
I may need therapy...
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