painful typing

[julival2]

actually, it's a lot better than it was last night, but i'll probably pay for this typing later. i was going to do it all one handed, but that's way too slow!!! luckily, it's the left hand that's damaged, not the right. well crap. this isn't working well at all. every time i have to leave home row, it stretches and hurts. back to one handed typing. be glad this isn't a chat or you'd be cranky with me for my slowness.

the cut is on the palm side, right at the base of my left index (pointer) finger. it goes horizontally all the way across the joint, along the little natural line there. the three little stitches tug each time i try to extend the finger, so it has to stay slightly bent inward. and since all the rest of the fingers on that hand have to sort of follow suit for the most part, the whole hand is just slightly cupped, as if i were getting ready to palm say...a C cup - which leaves me with a kind of permanent queen of england wave going on with that hand. it's about as useful as a hand in a mitten at this point. only less so, since i can't make it go flat and i can't close the fist either. the smallest i can close it is to a diameter of about an inch...*rtoeb*

so lemme tell you briefly about

there were these bikers...*snort* thanks margrethe i'd totally forgotten that angle.

but here's the story i'm telling so jeff doesn't have to feel like he let the bikers win...

i spent the whole afternoon wallpapering my powder room. now for those of you who did not grow up in genteel southern families, that's what we call the little half bath. the room that has just a toilet and a sink. no shower or tub. it's for powdering your nose. or whatever you might need the toilet or the sink to do. *looks the other way*

while i was busily putting up new wallpaper in there (the old had been damaged by young boys who live in my house and get even more bored than carrieb on a pee when they are not powdering their noses and don't have a book. they had picked at it and peeled it away from the wall at a seam that was unfortunately close to the toilet.) whoa. i lost track of what i was saying before...

oh yeah, so anyway, while i was papering, wheresjuantoday was down in the basement applying a thick goopy layer of 'drylock' water seal paint to our cinderblock basement walls. in the process, he discovered that we have an evil leak out of the back or bottom of the dishwasher. the plumber is coming tomorrow.

i don't know if any of you have wallpapered before or not, but let me just share with you that it is both messy and hazardous work. and the powder room is small. there was water and slimy wallpaper paste everywhere. i was climbing around on the toilet lid and the vanity (that's the sink) countertop (which is only about 6 inches of standing room, max, unless you stand IN the sink), brandishing a razor blade knife for trimming the ends off the paper, and trying to avoid sticking my hands into the bare light fixture sockets (i hadn't bothered to turn off the breaker) in the semi-darkness.

i told jeff that my goals were to a) not electrocute myself, B) not slice myself, and c) not fall over backward onto my ass or my head. I magnificently avoided all three fates AND got 3/4 of the room finished before dinner. wallpapering behind the toilet SUCKS.

then i went upstairs to wash hands, apply lotion, catch a phone call from juan's dad, and grab another load of laundry. when i got back downstairs, juan was starting dinner, so i went to clear off the counter and help out. shit.

there was this pretty little ceramic baking dish that my brother in law and his wife had given me for christmas last year. it had been knocked over by some overzealous child (as yet undetermined) earlier and i had carefully collected the pieces and put them in a plastic grocery bag and set it on the counter for later disposal. silly me. dumbass me. fucking moron me.

i picked up the bag by the side rather than the top.

SLIIIIIIIIICE!!!!!!

i shrieked. juan thought i'd burned myself. i was too freaked out to even talk right. i was hopping up and down and holding and screaming that i'd sliced it open and he told me to put it under the running water in the sink. *baffled* i think he still thought it was burned.

so okay. it still didn't look so bad. blood was seeping, not gushing. the water was really cold, so numbed a tad. so then juan handed me a wad of papertowel and i mashed it against the wound and held my hand up over my head. and sat down. and cried. it HURT.

jeff came to look at it, but i wouldn't let him touch it. i was terrified to see how deep it was. but it kept hurting, so i had to look. *shudder* it was like a little gaping mouth. *shudder shudder shudder* i told jeff i needed stitches. he went to find the new insurance cards and called to see if we could go somewhere other than the emergency room. 10 minutes and fifty phone button pushings later, we had no more info. so he went to look on line. i was very tense.

he finally found an urgent care that was open sunday nights and got directions. then he ate. we had to eat on plastic plates because we can't use the dishwasher and he didn't want to wash. (which worked out really well, since now i CAN'T wash dishes *snicker*). so i ate, too. with one arm in the air. then i had to pee. do you have any idea how hard it is to refasten a pair of jeans with a button with only one hand??? try it.

so we went to urgent care and got there an hour after i'd sliced my hand open. then i waited another hour to see the nurse. then 15 minutes to see the doctor.

let me tell you something.

the fucking numbing shot hurt worse than the original cut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i hate shots. i hate having unnatural holes in my body. i hate being able to feel the pressure of the stitching even though it doesn't hurt. i hate nurses telling me to breathe slowly so i won't faint. i hate smartass doctors who joke about not giving numbing stuff. i hate smartass doctors who tell you to pretend like you're giving birth.

but you know what i'm really going to hate?

trying to wash and dry my hair in a little while. i can't get the stitches wet til tomorrow night. and then only briefly. the nurse was kind enough to give me a few latex gloves, but i can't scrub or wring or comb with the bad hand. fucking moron me.

Comments

[djxiii.livejournal.com]

That's just awful hon! I hope it heals clean and quick! *hugs*

[wheresjuantoday.livejournal.com]

Now we need to start looking around for a good solid c cup.