An average Tuesday

So due to some new events in my life -which I will get into at a later time- I slept horribly last night. And I looked like it this morning. I went to work and we were really slow, so at lunch I asked if I could go home early, and my boss said no problem. I came home and changed into some comfy sweats and crashed on the couch. Love me a good nap. Then around 3:45 I woke up and decided to start dinner. Since I was home so early, I decided to make chicken breast supreme, as it needs 1 1/2 hours to bake. I am almost done getting it all together, when I go to open the jar of dried beef. It has this wicked little plastic ring around the top, and I can not get it off for the life of me. I grab a cutting knife and attempt to slice through the ring. I go at it from like 5 different angles, and finally I get it just right and slice right through the ring. And right through my thumb. I kid you not. Clean slice. I look at it and don't quite see bone, but I see a lot of blood and start to think I might be seeing St. Peter and the pearly gates...
I grab a napkin to apply pressure and immediately it is soaked with blood. Yikes. I get another napkin and press harder. I grab my cell phone and call my primary care doctor. I get ahold of her nurse and tell her what happened and beg her to let me come there and not make me go to Urgent Care. She buckles and tells me to head over. I change napkins again and call David on his cell. He is on the bus on his way home from school. I quickly explain the situation and tell him I am on my way to the doctors and give him instructions on how to finish the dinner that I am leaving out. No way I am letting all that hard work go to waste!! Then I realize I am wearing my pink fleece sweat pants, which are too big and David affectionately calls my "dump pants", because, well, they make me look like I am carrying a load in the back of my pants. Vanity kicks in and I decide I simply can not go out in public in these pants. I change into jeans- which is not easy with one hand. I finally get out to the car and while looking into the rear view mirror to reverse out of the garage I notice I have blood all over my face. Awesome. I look like I have been involved in some serious gang violence. I must have been wiping my face without even realizing it. I quickly clean it all off and head to the doctors.
They get me right back and she is wonderfully sweet to me. Apparently they don't really use stitches anymore, but dermabond. Whatever works. She explains to me that I have two options. Because the slice is so broad across my thumb (Go big or go home, right people?!?) she will need to give me two shots to numb the area. Two shots directly into my nerves. Hmmm...not loving option number one. OR I can bear down and she will clean the wound without numbing it. Hmmm...not loving option number two.
I end up selecting door number two. Whoa Momma. To her credit, she did clean it really quickly, but it was a less than pleasant experience. Then she sealed it with dermabond, then put some strips over the top to keep it from being pulled open when I flex my thumb.
Then she asks me if I have had a tetanus shot lately. What constitutes as lately? Within 5 years I am informed. Well, I can't remember exactly how long it has been, but I am pretty sure I had a Strawberry Shortcake band aide on my shoulder after and that I received a lollipop upon leaving the doctors office...so it was probably at least 10 years ago.
So I end up with one of those too. Oh and just for good measure she throws in a whooping cough vaccine.
The good news is she also gave me an RX for 6 Vicodin. God bless her.
So, I am now off to eat my yummy and painstaking dinner. And then pop a Vicodin.
Ya know...just an average Tuesday.
Oh, and here are some pics for your viewing pleasure...I feel pretty =-)