That's right.. six stitches have taken up temporary residence in my left hand. This morning I dropped a bottle of Torani syrup right onto my shotglass full of espresso, breaking the shotglass and causing me to drop my hand right onto the broken glass.
I screamed bloody murder for DH. Unfortunately he had just gotten into the shower, and while he did hear me, he thought my muffled screams were simply me saying goodbye, as I do every morning. I ran upstairs, clutching a paper towel to my bleeding wound, and banged on the bathroom door while yelling. Poor thing only got 1/4 of a shower this morning.
We spent nearly 3 hours in the Germantown Emergency Room waiting for someone to look at my hand. I guess the good thing to come of all this is that I now know that there is an emergency room (outpatient only) right around the corner from us. Wish I had known that before I cut my hand.
At least it was my left hand that was injured. No pain to report as of yet, but I've just bought a big bottle of ibuprofen in preparation. DH has some left over hydrocodone (I believe it is the generic version of Percoset) if I can't sleep for the pain tonight.
First time I've ever had injury-related stitches. That's cool.
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So sorry to hear about your hand! It sounds like the kind of drama we've had over here of late.
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