I started writing a long, long post about yesterday. And then it began to bore me. So I’m certain it’d have bored everyone else as well.
Some of you may or may not remember the story from about three years ago where I cut my pointer finger so badly they had to remove the fingernail and sew the skin from the left-hand-side of the finger into what was left of the nail bed. Yeah, that hurt. Maybe this will jog your memory:
Well, yesterday, I did it again. This time, I got my thumbnail. It wasn’t nearly as bad, but I did manage to cut off half of my thumbnail and a section of my thumb. The good news is I didn’t get many stitches. The bad news is, it was because there wasn’t enough actual affected skin to do so. The even worse news is I severed some of the nerves so I can’t really feel the tip of my thumb. But that’s OK, because 7 years ago, I severed the nerves on my right thumb and I managed to live through that.
I cut myself at 3:30. My nail was glued back into place by 6 PM. Eventually it will fall off. I’m fine with that. After all, I was the one who begged them NOT to remove my fingernail. I am not sure I want to live through that again. While having a nail removed doesn’t actually hurt, dealing with the aftermath, in fact, does.
The worst part, by far, was the anesthesia. They really dig into you with those needles. Anesthesia is very painful and annoying. I have no idea how I will ever survive Novocain should I ever have to get it. Ouch. I found it humorous that when something is numbed from anesthesia, it feels unbelievably HUGE. My thumb felt like a giant fleshy appendage. Weird. I also found the fact that for ONE stitch, she inserted three needles worth of anestetia. Looking back, I almost wish I had dealt with the suture and the cleansing sans the numbing agent.
Today, I am sore. My finger is throbbing. My nail has been glued into some sort of workable position. My eyes burn. I am sleepy. I would love to hear about other horror stories because, well, misery loves company.