Right when I started to feel like I was right on top of things I had a minor setback. Last week I sliced off the edge of my left index finger while I was cutting out a quilt. At first I didn’t think it was too big of a deal. I mean, it hurt a lot, and it took quite a few bandaids to get it under control. But I finished cutting out 10 quilt kits for a class I am teaching next month and then went to pick up Creamie from school.
My mom immediately sent me to get it checked out. Creamie stayed with her for the afternoon and had an extra dose of preschool. She now has the letter U down pat. And it turns out I did need stitches, only three of them, but still. Stitches. (And if details make you queasy you might want to skip this next part.) I sliced off a piece of my finger with a rotary cutter, and initially I didn’t think there was anything to stitch. But after looking at the doctor told me that he was just going to stretch my skin up and stitch it to my fingernail. So he gave me a few numbing shots, one right underneath my fingernail which hurt almost as bad as giving birth, and then stitched through my fingernail to close up the wound and stop the bleeding. And then I got a tetanus shot to top things off. He wrapped it up good and told me to come back in a week to have the stitches out.
I went and picked up Creamie from my mom’s, my arm sore from the tetanus shot. And I didn’t think too much of it until the numbing shots in my finger wore off a few hours later. Then it was five days of constant Tylenol and trying to keep my hand above my heart so my finger didn’t grow it’s own heartbeat. That lovely black square, the bottom right above, was taken at about 3 am while I was waiting for the Tylenol to kick back in and I could go back to sleep. I have taken more extra strength Tylenol, and the pain has bothered me more in thsese past five days than the five days after giving birth. For real. Of course I did do a little sewing. I finished the quilt for the class I am teaching and then did the handwork on the binding of another quilt. Both on the day that it happened. I was dumber then. And perhaps that is why that black photo of my bedroom ceiling happened in the first place. Whatever.
I keep bumping it and it bleeds again and it is generally miserable. This is the first I’ve sat down to type since then, and I’ll just say I’m grateful for spell check, because typing with only 9 fingers is a lot more than 10% less effective… And I of course bought myself some new Flea Market Fancy to cheer me up. It totally helped. But cooking at my house has been non existent. Good thing I have several meals in the freezer that we have been able to eat. And I have a great hubby who helped me make roasted turkey and mashed potatoes for dinner yesterday. Today I traded out the big huge cumbersome bandages for a few bandaids. And I was able to take a shower and wash my hair all by myself. Which felt good. It’s getting better. But it freaks me out that the stitches are coming out on Wednesday… I might skip that appointment and take them out myself on Friday or Saturday. I have taken my own stitches out more than once before. I’m kind of anti doctors office….
So, there you have it. We’ve been really enjoying the springy weather, for the first time in my life. I think it has mostly to do with the fact that winter was non existent. And I do have some picture of finished projects to show you, but I think they will be mostly wordless posts. Typing is still really awkward. Maybe I’ll see if I can figure out posting from my phone. Because I’ve come to be a great texter. My thumbs can find those letters lickety split! My other 8 fingers aren’t so good at taking over for the one…
On Saturday I spent the evening with some lovely ladies chatting, drinking diet coke out of cute straws and looking at the beautiful home of Erin. It was a much needed escape after the week I had. I’ll be back soon with some photos, but not many words for a while. I’m sure you understand.