I managed to grasp a staple gun wrong during a home improvement project, and stapled all the way through my finger, bone and all. My first reaction was disbelief, but the lingering reaction is embarrassment. I nearly swooned as I tried to remove it myself with pliers. My boy with the learner's permit drove me the two blocks to the emergency room, and left on foot after ensuring I'd be taken care of. Only two hours there, end to end. The lidocaine was wonderful, and there is a lingering ache requiring drugs. A bandaid covers all the evidence.
Now, a lifetime of family jokes to look forward to.
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