Dear XLV,
As some of you undoubtably heard over the fb and sky-pe, I cut my hand with an exacto.....again. I shall now recount to you the gory details of the incident. The night of the 30th started out innocent as any other; dinner out with the fam, then down stairs to the basement to work on the doll house kit "santa" bought my little sister for christmas. this doll house was--is a menace. My older sister and I had spent hours in the basement in the days leading up to christmas; secretly sanding, hot-glueing, painting, assembling. But alas! We didn't quite finish the house come christmas morn'. Determined to finish it by new years, we spent the days and nights of the 26th, 27th, 28th, and 29th, working in our sweat-shop of a basement. Anyway, on the night of the 30th, the end was nigh, we were very close to finishing, all that was left to do was put on the roof, shingle it, and install the trim and lighting. Due to a small painting error I had made, I had to make some adjustments to the house to fit the roof on. These alterations involved some cutting -- cutting which i had chosen to do with an exacto knife. So there I stood, at approximately 9:43 pm, cutting toward myself with a new-bladed exacto. then my hand slipped. and the knife slipped. into my thumb that is. looking down, even before the pain hit, I immediately saw the blood begin to rush forth. I ran to the upstairs and into my kitchen, leaving a trail of blood as I went. As my mom and I ran my hand under the sink, the bleeding increased. Within a few seconds we both new it. Hospital. i grabbed a wad of paper towels--sorry tom twist not so sustainable-- and bolted out the door and into our car. While my mom drove 80 mph down our traditionally 35 road, the paper towels started to become saturated with blood, becoming a deep crimson. Shit. What does a WFA do now? I thought. Ah. Well aimed direct pressure! (thanks eric duffy ;) ) with this, the bleeding subsided but the pain increased. Within a mere 10 we had made the usually 20 minute trip to maine medical center. about 5 seconds after we had hopped out of the car I was waiting in a chair with a bracelet that had my name on it on my wrist. after about 15 minutes some dude came over to see if it had stopped bleeding. It finally had. After that my mom and I waited for about an hour before I was taken into a room, had my heart rate and bp taken, bandaged up, and then sent out to wait so more. My mom finally bugged me enough to the point were I had to tell her.....about the semester, about you guys. This was a topic I was thoroughly tired of explaining. After about another hour and a half (it's now 12:30) we're taking into an exam room where a 'nurse' named will told me that they were waiting for the doctor. Then, after another hour of waiting, a nice doctor named jack (this made me nervous, I didn't want kevorkian jr. sewing me up) stuck his head and the door and said he'd be back "in two minutes". Forty-five minutes later he returned. Following a quick look at my hand, he headed out to get some numbing medicine. He returned with a syringe which he promptly stuck into my wound, exclaiming "this part sucks!". with the needle at least an inch into my flesh and the blood beginning to once again gush, he injected the clear liquid into the cut and I was ambushed by what felt like a thousand little fists punching my lacerated thumb. After about ten minutes, he had me wash it out, and after another 20 minutes he returned with his suture kit. With a brief six stitches, the last two of which I clearly felt, I was sent home, all in all the trip took about five hours, 10 pm to 3 am. Be careful with knifes kids.
-NS
p.s. sorry about the length. i encourage all of you to share stories--any sort. if you're confused on how to post on the blog, just email me. unfortunately, to post you need a gmail, account. if you have the perseverance to create one email me (noah1313@gmail.com) and I'll add you as a contributor to the blog. peace ya'll.
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