Five Nasty Stitches

 

 

Typing with one hand is awkward after trying to catch a falling glass which broke on its descent before hitting the floor

As quick as I tried to move my hand out of the way (in that small moment when time freezes and you know its not going to be good) the glass hit the corner of the benchtop, shattered, and the very reflexes that tried to save it, were not quick enough to get out of the way and double back.

 

 

 

Luckily I had a friend coming for morning tea, and turned up on cue with me greeting her at the door with my hand wrapped in a bloody tea-towel.

 

So in her car we hopped

 

Here's the pic of the bandaged hand

and a warning to CLICK OFF now if you are squeamish so you dont see the second photo which is the stitches  (dont want to urk anyone out)

I had 4 needles to deaden it, the second needle was excruciating and was relieved when it started to work.

 



A nasty mess at the base of my thumb

 

How on earth am I going to scrapbook!!

And its my right hand too!!

 

 

Oh boy... funny how a day starts out  and can completely change somewhere in the middle

 

And my lovely friend who is also my art teacher - morning tea turned into lunch after the ordeal was over and we got back to my house, with her making our lunches and washing and drying up before she went home.

 

So glad she was there.

 

xx

 

**** Edited in****

 

One week later

 

Nine days later - stitches out