Yesterday while chopping lettuce for my lunch I chopped out a chunk of my finger. A wee one, but a chunk nonetheless. Let me tell you - gross. I didn't know a finger could bleed that much.
I could SEE the chunk missing from my finger and it wouldn't stop bleeding so I hopped over to the emergency room (about 2 minutes down the street) just to make sure I didn't need a stitch (certainly couldn't need multiple stitches). It took about 4 nurses and a doctor taking my vitals and brief medical history and all telling me "No, of course you don't need stitches," just to have the FIRST nurse came back to bandage me up and send me on my way - could this be a small part of why health care costs so danged much? But they were all lovely people ("Aw, you just need a kiss on the finger and you'll be good to go!" quoth Nurse No.1) and I was in and out before my lunch hour was even over and now I have a good story to go with my massive finger bandage.
1 comment:
You posted a picture of your finger. How very Dawn Weiner of you.
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