Andrea's Adventure to the ER

Mark is a regular with emergency medical visits for stitches, back problems, or his latest - the broken foot. Although I am a klutz, gawky, and usually have many bruises, I have never had an accident requiring an ER visit until last night. I was taking out the garbage (gimpy hubby is unable to do so) and needed to sort the recycling. As I was putting a bag of cans into the recycle bin, I felt a tug against my forearm. I looked down and saw blood, and something that wasn't my skin. I opted NOT to look again, stepped into the kitchen, and simply stated, "Mark I need to go to the ER for stitches." Mark took one look, and also opted NOT to look again. He wrapped it in a towel and pulled my arm farther above my head. We waited for my dad to arrive to sit with the sound asleep 'tods.' I caught a few minutes of the "Bachelorette" while waiting. I couldn't stop giggling. I called Gretchen, and still couldn't stop laughing. She's like, "Why are you laughing???? You need to go to the ER???? I don't get it?????"

We arrived at Mercy at 9:45 PM. After looking at my wound, the nurse "fast tracked" me. I opted NOT to look at my wound until AFTER it was stitched up, but every health care professional commented, "Oh.. you did a doozy!" One nurse told me I should make my husband take out the trash. I pointed out he was the gimp in the boot cast. Anyway, the Dr stitched me up and discovered I had nicked the tendon. I can move all my fingers just fine, but I will be making an appointment with an orthopedic specialist for next week. (Mark has his follow up foot appointment with his orthopediac specialist on Wednesday). We arrived home just before midnight. I think we are prefered clients at Allina now.

I am at work as usual this morning. My wrist has white gauze wrapped around it. It isn't really painful. I do have antibiotics because of the depth of the wound. I do not know the number of stitches. Unfortunately, I did not get the laundry put away last night. I did not get the thank you notes I wanted to send written last night. I didn't get much sleep. Oh well! I guess the world will continue to turn even if our clean laundry is pilled on the bedroom chair. Mark and I are quite a pair! Thank God M & D remain injury free. I PRAY this remains true. With two, I fear one of the pair is constantly just out of my stitched up arms reach and teetering on the edge of danger and disaster.

Hey, maybe this gets me out of cooking dinner tonight...