If you are squeamish…

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…you might want to skip this post. 

 

Seriously, things are gonna get nasty.

 

Still here? Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you…

 

 

Tuesday as I was leaving my office (side note: I work in an industrial plant and my office is a ways away from the parking lot so we drive our work trucks to the parking lot every day), Coworker remembered that he forgot to unload a bunch of boxes from the back of the truck. Instead of letting him drop me off at the parking lot and then go back, I told him to just swing around and I would help him unload them really quick (big mistake).  We got back to the shop and I realize that these boxes are way too heavy for me to unload, as in I can’t even pick them up AT ALL. (Do you see where this is going yet?) I decide instead to stand there and watch Coworker unload the boxes. Coworker puts three deceptively small boxes on the rail of the back of the work truck (these little boxes of death weigh 48 pounds each and contain one inch thick heavy metal plates). One of the boxes starts to fall and I instinctively reach out to catch it (HUGE mistake). The box falls and my finger gets smashed between the 48 pound box and a vice that is attached to the back of the truck…

 

Here comes the gross part…

 

 

You ready? Take a deep breath…

 

 

Here we go…

 

 

 

The box smashes my finger so hard that my fingertip explodes and the bone gets shattered. Literally, I blew the guts out of my fingertip. 

 

 

I know, I’m sorry! I told you it was gross!   😦

 

 

So I stand there while my finger bleeds and the nail is hanging halfway off, and at first Coworker just laughs because it’s funny when someone smashes their finger, except he stopped laughing when he took one look at it and saw how bad it really was.  I grabbed a clean towel, wrapped it around my finger and we raced to the Immediate Care Center just a couple of miles down the road.  On the way, I started getting very hot and sweaty (and not ina good way) and I knew that passing out was in my future. I managed to call Shawn and after I convinced him that no, I wasn’t joking, told him to go get the kids and meet me there.   We got to the center right about then, and I got out and wobbled my way in. They got me a wheel chair, because the bullet-size drops of sweat and the pastyness of my skin told them I was going down soon. I never did pass out, but I was thisclose. They took some Xrays, cleaned me up and stitched me together as best as they could. The doctor said it was like putting together a jigsaw puzzle without the corners (yeah, I didn’t really get it either, but let’s just go with it, okay?) and they scheduled an appointment for me to see an Orthopedist so they could check out the bone situation. 

They gave me a scrip for Ibuprofen, Lortab, and Augmentin in addition to an antibiotic cream to put on the area.  For 3 days I was wrapped up in pads, gauze, and a splint that was really hard to get used to. I’ve essentially lost the use of my right hand and have been having to do everything with my left hand. Tonight when you brush your teeth, try it left-handed and you’ll get an idea of what my life has been like the last few days (if you really want to have some fun, try wiping with your left hand after you pee – good times, good times).  I can still type, albeit very slowly and with lots of mistakes. 

Oh, and just to add to the fun, that same night, Mallory gets a nasty stomach virus and I end up sitting with her until 1:30 in the morning holding a trash can for her to vomit in.  *I know I just ended a sentence with a preposition, but give me a break, okay? It’s almost Lortab time and I’m a little cranky.* I didn’t really mind staying up because every time I tried to sleep all I could think about was the actual moment my finger got smashed, so sleep wasn’t coming easy anyway.

Before today, I had only looked at my finger a total of two whole seconds. Just looking at it makes me queasy and sweaty, so I’ve been making Shawn clean and dress the wound for me because I’m a big baby and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I finally gave it a good hard look today and yes, it’s pretty disgusting. The end is black where the skin is dead and eventually the black part will fall off and new skin will grow underneath. I will also lose the fingernail too, and it may be awhile before I get full feeling back.  I saw the Orthopedist today and he said that it will all heal up on its own – they don’t have to do surgery or anything, just have to watch it for infection.  I go back in 4 weeks for a follow up and more Xrays but other than that, they won’t do anything else. 

So this had been pretty much one of the worst weeks of my life. Seriously, it ranks right up there in the top five worst events EVER.  It has taken me almost an hour and a half to type this, so I may not be in touch very much the next few days.  I’ll still be reading, but the commenting may not be so much from me. 

Okay, I’m fairly worn out from typing this so I’m gonna go take a nap.  I hope you all have a great weekend and I’ll be checking in soon.  🙂

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14 thoughts on “If you are squeamish…

  1. Oh Jill…I’m so sorry.
    Just this morning I was thinking about you, I thought maybe I had accidentally deleted you from my blogroll and I remember wondering if you were ok.
    I’m sorry such a crappy thing happened. Those finger wounds suck!
    Hope all is better sooner rather than later!

  2. Oh, man, SO SORRY this happened. Sounds like you were near shock– which as I understand it is where your body clamps down on your arteries to slow down the bleeding, which makes your blood pressure drop and causes some other nasty problems. I’m glad Shawn is able/willing to do your dressings for you. I sure hope you heal up quickly and well and you’ll have a good story to tell.

  3. OH. MY.GOSH, Jill!!!! I just got home and read this. Yikes. I am so so sorry. I don’t think anything hurts worse than a finger wound. And I can’t believe you didn’t really pass out. And yet, you still manage to be funny. My hero!!!

  4. Sorry! I didn’t read past “fingernail hanging off” because the thought of fingernails/toenails coming off icks me out! But really sorry about your busted finger! Ouchy!

    Speedy recovery to you.

  5. *running to throw up*
    okay, feeling a little grossed out but glad you’re okay (well, will be at least). My fingers are all tingly in sympathy.

    Speedy recovery, take it easy and I hope the family pampers you like mad!

  6. Oh man, that’s awful!!! I’m impressed that you typed that all out, though.
    I’m sorry your little girl is sick. I hope you all are better soon!!!

  7. OH MY
    I am so sorry. My husband had a similar thing (finger got crushed) and I couldn’t imagine!

    YEAH,…typing can’t be fun right now!

    or anything else for that matter.

    my heart goes out to you!

    xoxoxox

  8. Juice

    Oh my! Jill I’m so sorry to hear this news! Best wishes for a speedy recovery – I’ll be praying for you.

    Oh, and the comment about corners on a jigsaw puzzle? It’s the fastest way to do a puzzle. Find the corners, fill in the outside edges and fill in from there. Without the corners it’s a lot harder to orient yourself. I’ve never heard the expression before, but I’m totally gonna steal it.

  9. OUCH!!! I slammed my finger with a hammer over the weekend but it doesn’t compare to what you did to yours. I hope the drugs are working and you get to use your right hand again soon. My left hand is useless.

  10. angel

    all you woe-mans need to be quiet and start cooking food. grabbin beers cuz ur man is on his way home and hes gana be hella mad if he dont get none tonite

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