Just Another Sunday Morning
I spent the first part of this morning, after coffee & some newspaper reading, catching up & answering some emails. During one email I received a phone call. After my phone call, I went back to finish another section of the paper then decided to drag myself in to the shower. (I've had a flu-like bug for the last 3-4 days and have little energy.)
But first, some vital information...
last night while preparing a gourmet selection of fine frozen dishes for dinner for Pamela & me, I sliced off about a quarter of the pad of my left thumb. Deep enough to see meat and have blood squirt a minimum of 3" but in truth not a very serious injury, just very messy. I stifled the blood flow & retired to the Master Bath to dive into my supply of 3M waterproof bandages. I was able to lay the slice of fingerprint back onto the thumb pad accurately by noting and thus aligning the cut marks and fingerprint swirls. I wrapped the cut snugly in a large bandage and, once satisified that blood flow had stopped, returned to the Keough Gourmet Kitchen of Defrosting and finished preparing the dinner, which was, by the way purty damned good, all in all.
Back to the shower...
while lathering, I noticed that some blood would seep (understandably) out of the aforementioned bandage. After the shower, I decided to replace the bandage with a fresh, dry one. I carefully unwrapped the adhesive wings of the bandage and, with only the gauze pad laying (lieing(?), lying(?), remaining-in-contact) over the injured area, gave a little last tiny tug to overcome the last remaining resistance. What I DIDN'T know, was that some of the adhesive of the bandage had actually made contact & had fused to the section previously amputated. With that little tug, I found out that my screams could actually be heard by our neighbor who lives nearly 900 feet away. As it is only about 20 degrees right now, our windows are shut, their windows are closed, and, I would assume, both residential heating systems are in high (read: noisy) mode.
Holy shit that hurt....and bled. I guess I'll have a scar after all.
k
But first, some vital information...
last night while preparing a gourmet selection of fine frozen dishes for dinner for Pamela & me, I sliced off about a quarter of the pad of my left thumb. Deep enough to see meat and have blood squirt a minimum of 3" but in truth not a very serious injury, just very messy. I stifled the blood flow & retired to the Master Bath to dive into my supply of 3M waterproof bandages. I was able to lay the slice of fingerprint back onto the thumb pad accurately by noting and thus aligning the cut marks and fingerprint swirls. I wrapped the cut snugly in a large bandage and, once satisified that blood flow had stopped, returned to the Keough Gourmet Kitchen of Defrosting and finished preparing the dinner, which was, by the way purty damned good, all in all.
Back to the shower...
while lathering, I noticed that some blood would seep (understandably) out of the aforementioned bandage. After the shower, I decided to replace the bandage with a fresh, dry one. I carefully unwrapped the adhesive wings of the bandage and, with only the gauze pad laying (lieing(?), lying(?), remaining-in-contact) over the injured area, gave a little last tiny tug to overcome the last remaining resistance. What I DIDN'T know, was that some of the adhesive of the bandage had actually made contact & had fused to the section previously amputated. With that little tug, I found out that my screams could actually be heard by our neighbor who lives nearly 900 feet away. As it is only about 20 degrees right now, our windows are shut, their windows are closed, and, I would assume, both residential heating systems are in high (read: noisy) mode.
Holy shit that hurt....and bled. I guess I'll have a scar after all.
k
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