Uh oh

[cleolinda]

So I'm over in the den working--it's Saturday, but everyone's running around and there's no one's around to keep an eye on the dogs, so I'm doing the weekday routine instead--and my sister comes in to make a sandwich before she goes to work. I hear her and Mom discussing--cheese? Swiss cheese? I'm not sure? And then I hear my mother say, "Ohhhhhhh--!" The next coherent thing I hear is from my sister: "I think my finger is falling off."

So my mother hustles her off to the MedHelp clinic. From what I was able to gather from the scene of the accident, my sister was trying to slice a rather tough block of cheese, the knife slipped and cut her finger instead, and because she was already bearing down so hard--you get the picture.

Then later I hear from my stepfather, who has talked to Mom, that MedHelp says they can't do anything for her. She's going to have to go to the university hospital. I'm starting to feel a little sick about this now.

Two or three hours into this, I get a call from my sister. She sounds deadpan and very tired.

"Oh my God, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, well... looks like I cut through the tendon. But I still have sensitivity. They made it sound a lot worse than it actually is, even worse than I thought it was. So I'm going to go into surgery... whenever. Stitches. I don't know if they're going to give me anything, though."

"They're not going to give you any anesthesia?"

"I don't know. I'm just afraid--see, you know all the medical shows I watch." She was really into ER back in the day, and now she's into Grey's Anatomy. "I'm probably going to get an intern. It's probably going to be their first stitch--" I hear my mother talking in the background. "NO I'm not afraid it's going to look bad, I'm afraid they're going to mess up my hand!"

" 'Do you have an Izzie? Don't give me Izzie.' "

"Heh, yeah."

(I have no idea if Izzie's a terrible doctor or not. It was just the first Grey's name that came to mind.)

"So anyway, I was calling to see if you could put my clothes in the dryer. Forty minutes on permanent press or whatever."

Comments

[gloraelin.livejournal.com]

A] sucktastic luck.
B] lol, laundry. I like how she's all ~omg my finger is going to fall off~ and then just jumps right back to the mundane.

[and I wish all you well, that shit's not easy to deal with.]

[jennnk.livejournal.com]

When I was in the middle of labor with my first son, and I do mean the middle, it was 7 p.m. Monday, I'd started at 2 a.m. & he was born at 2 a.m. Tuesday, I looked up between contractions and said "shit! I had library books due today!"

[particle-person.livejournal.com]

HEEEE.

[fading-october.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I was waiting out in the hall while my sister was in the middle of all that and she asked me if I remembered to lock the doors mid scream.

[wenelda.livejournal.com]

I think it's just human nature to focus on normal little things like that when in the middle of great big huge things.

[eldritch-flame.livejournal.com]

Ha! Priceless.

[elbales]

BRB, loling forever.

[trialia]

*grin* That is totally me. I end up in the ER a lot with dislocations, so most of the time I just grit my teeth and try to get normal things arranged as best I can while I'm waiting for them to relocate whatever joint it is this time...