I instantly thrust it into my mouth (think about it, what's the first thing you do when you cut your finger?) while glaring angrily over at the cowhide work gloves that should have magically hopped onto my hands as soon as I walked down the stairs. With thumb in mouth, I head upstairs to find "the phone number for that Humana First thing" where you can talk to a registered nurse 24-7.
After briefly speaking with Allison (she's a registered nurse, don't you know) we decide that while the cut may not be that bad - not even stitches material - I should still go to the hospital and get that tetanus shot.
So much for Ally McBeal.

Here's a shot of the wounded thumb. The suspect duct work (the reason for the tetanus shot) is actually up toward the ceiling a bit more. I was already taking the picture with my left hand and I didn't much feel like climbing back up the ladder.
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