Monday, July 18, 2016

Good Grief!

It the past two days I've gone through more bandages since the last time there was a toddler in the house.

Yesterday I was using a vegetable peeler on a butternut squash. The job was almost done when the peeler slipped and took off the right side of my thumb nail, then continued down the finger leaving a half-inch long nick. Grumbling at my stupidness, I grabbed a rag and wrapped it around the finger until the bleeding stopped, then put a Band-Aid on.

The problem was that I was doing a lot of cooking and cleaning and didn't have any rubber gloves. Over the course of the afternoon and evening I had to change the bandage four times when it got wet or I bumped the cut and it opened again. Fortunately, this morning things looked pretty good so I switched over to a layer of clear nail polish (which I use as a substitute for liquid bandage).

This afternoon I had to stop for gas. As I pulled the trigger on the pump handle somehow my thumb got caught in the hinge. The result was a puncture about a quarter of an inch long, which immediately started bleeding profusely. I grabbed a paper towel to apply pressure with my index finger and finished up the pumping.

It was a very minor cut, but I figured that a pump handle would be pretty germy, and just in case something didn't heal right I wanted the station to know what had happened. I walked inside, explained the situation, and asked if they had a Band-Aid. The associate went to the back of the counter area and came back with a large box. I selected one, thanked him, and wrapped it around my thumb when I got back in the car.

The cut was still bleeding a little bit and soon I could see a red splotch on the gauze pad from the outside of the bandage. I continued to apply pressure by pressing my thumb against the steering wheel. When I got home I washed my finger, doused the area with hydrogen peroxide, then spread on a layer of triple antibiotic ointment before applying a new bandage. It was only an hour later, while I was working on dinner, that the bandage got wet and fell off.  This time I didn't bother getting a new one until I sat down to eat.

Do you think I should be extra careful tomorrow?

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  1. OUCH!
    It's like when you bite your cheek or tongue, you bit it again and again. OUCH!
    Be very careful.

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    1. Yes, injuries seem to come in waves, don't they?

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  2. yes please be careful, sounds awful!

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  3. Yes, for sure, be careful and make sure you get a tetanus shot.

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    1. I'm good on the tetanus front--just got a shot a couple of years ago.

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  4. How does one be extra careful, I wonder. Since my stroke I've taken Plavix, which causes almost spontaneous small bruises. People mention it. "It's the drugs," I say.

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    1. Hmmm...I guess 'extra careful' means to be more aware of what I'm doing. (Although they call them accidents for a reason, don't they?)

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  5. Oh I hate days like that, when everything gets tweeked somehow. I wish we had exoskeletons sometimes. The other night, I awoke to a cat howling then screaming. I rush out bleary eyed and see Shady hanging from a shelf by two toes. I have no idea how she into such a predicament. Her toes were caught between shelf and wall. Without thinking I grabbed her, to release pressure and got her toes freed. My arm now has multiple puncture wounds from her back claws. I hope you heal and that I do too.

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    1. Cat scratches are the WORST! Yes, let's hope we both heal quickly.

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  6. Good gravy, girl. What the heck is going on over there? Yikes!

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  7. Yikes! Maybe a few days of non-contact living is in order!

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    1. I *may* or *may not* have been using my sore thumb as an excuse to avoid doing things around the house :-)

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