Ouch! I learned early on the basic rule that you never reach into deep grass or a thicket with your throwing hand. Tonight, Sheila learned that about . . . dish water! (See pic at end of blog post.)
So, here I am, sitting at our dining room table watching discgolfersR.us grow and the live chat actually work, and I hear from the kitchen: "Aargh!"
I could tell by the sound of Sheila's voice that it was bad, so I ran up to her prepared to do the tourniquet thing but didn't, thankfully, see any blood spurting.
Even though she
was hurt, I
was in danger, because when Sheila feels pain her first response is anger. You Do. Not. Want. To. Be. In. Reach! But her mammalian brain beat out the reptilian one, and she realized there was no one to blame pretty quickly. Whew!
We debated for maybe 3 minutes over whether or not she would need stitches, then we headed for the Urgent Care facility on Maple Road. I filled out her forms, yes, this is damage to her throwing and writing hand, and then left her to the mercies of the clinic while I went out and filled the car's gas tank. (And also ordered dinner from the barbecue place across the road from the clinic, since our dinner was sitting uncooked and going bad on the oven.)
She was still waiting to see the physician when I returned, but the doctor came in right after I got back. The radiograph showed no glass still in her hand, and it took only six stitches to close up, but . . . the nerve to her thumb was cut, so tomorrow she has to set up an appointment for next week for surgery to re-attach the nerve.
If we lived in Florida, it would mean no disc golfing for 2 months, but since Sheila won't play in the snow, there was to be no disc golfing until April anyway, and we leave February 28 for a month-long trip to China.
So we just finished cole slaw, baked beans, and barbequed chicken - I had to cut hers up, of course, and we're headed to bed. I kinda figure she's not going to get a lot done on her computer at work at Pfizer tomorrow. :(