Oopsie and Stitches

You know I said yesterday that I had planned the week better? I don't think I did!

Last night I managed to cut my hand on some broken glass which was quite deep. Unsure what to do I covered it up, called Maffi who was walking down the road and walked over to the pub for some first aid. Needless to say I was sent up to the hospital and given a lift by a kind lass who was in the bar (Many thanks to Mark Paris for organising that, and Maffi thank you for coming with me). A long night in casualty was followed by an early morning start in surgery to get it looked at before being stitched, incase I needed surgery as the feeling in the fingers was a bit off colour. Surgery followed and I am now at home, The cut only nicked the tendons which is good and the nerves are intact so the numbness must be due to swelling. I return in 2 weeks. Until then I have been signed off for a week and will be taking it easy, I have been shattered of late so this will be a good opportunity to relax and recharge my batteries.

Last night I discovered my squeamish side. I decided not to look at the wound incase I went pale, but when the towel was pulled away Maffi 'squeeked' so I looked. I went most pale, clammy and unelegant, I sat on the floor announcing my need to be sick. I wasn't, but I didn't look again.

As we sat in the waiting room this morning we looked quite a sight; my hand with encrusted blood up the fingers and arm and Maffi wearing a rather stylish red splash of colour in his hair with a slight dribble down his forhead (see his blog). Us boaters are Gucci.

Now to bed to sleep off the rest of the anaesthetic.