Tuesday, August 24, 2010
I am short. The desk I use in the old veterinary clinic is high, because it was made for tall people. There is a window over the desk, which I closed yesterday when the storm hit. I tried to open it today, but FAILED. I put too much pressure on the glass pane and....crack. Busted. Shocked.
I looked down at my hand and realized I'd filleted my pointer and middle fingers. Blood, everywhere. I resolved to be rational. I sprinted out into the driveway and found OPA - the most rational being on the planet - arriving home from his surgery day at the clinic. I presented him with my maimed hand.
The competent veterinarian washed my cuts, applied ointment, and superglued my wounds. Then he bandaged my fingers. I never had to panic. Much.
But having a stroller to push, dinner to cook, and thousands of words to type...well, bandaged hands aren't ideal.
Onward, and thankful for medical professionals of ANY kind. Oh - and I really need to learn more about windows.