trip to emergency.

Oh dear.

Remember my last trip to the Emergency Department?? Well, I returned again tonight.

You see, I was cooking some delicious creamy mushroom and roasted cauliflower soup. I was chopping up leeks and somehow managed to chop part of my finger off.

All I remember was thinking I needed to move the leeks over because I was running out of cutting board but thinking I didn't want to move it because the leeks I already chopped would have fallen off so I was trying to compromise when I sliced clean through the tip of my finger.

Then I felt the sting. Yowwwza.

My fingertip was pointed down so I sliced through half of my finger nail and took off about a millimeter of the nail bed at the same time. I sliced along the top of my finger.

I tried to staunch the blood flow, but it kept pouring out. I compressed, iced, and elevated it and then called Erik, who was at work. I told him I probably needed to go to the ER to get it glued because it would.not.stop.bleeding. We only have one car so I was vehicle-less and needed a ride.

I felt silly going to emerg for such a silly thing as bleeding, but it would not stop. I made the mistake of sticking my finger in my mouth to get rid of some of the blood -- wow did that ever sting. Any time I removed the pressure from my finger blood would pour out. Like, drip all over the floor, the counter, and everything else in its path (which was many things as I continued cooking while I waited for Erik to pick me up... don't worry, no blood got in the food).

I called my sister to verify that I was not being ridiculous and did, in fact, need medical attention beyond that which I could provide for myself. She agreed that I should come in and said she'd come visit me as she was working. 

Erik picked me up and came into get me registered.

Do you know how embarrassing it is to tell someone that you cut the tip of your finger off while cooking?? Terribly embarrassing.

I got through to Minor Treatment quickly and I was called in within minutes of sitting down. The doctor was kind and he rinsed my finger before gluing it. It isn't glued to attach or close anything, but to... cover? I knew it would eventually clot, but I was worried about the number of times I need to wash my hands at work and the likelihood of reopening the cut.

The gluing itself was entirely unpleasant. You know when your nail breaks off to short?? How painful it is?? Imagine that, but worse. It stung all the way up to my wrist.

So, I visited Lindsey quickly before calling Erik to come pick me up again.

And now I am home. Annoyed with myself for being so silly. Stinging. And hoping my finger looks normal again once this is all healed.