On Tuesday night, I was getting ready to go to work and packing my lunch in the kitchen when my body decided to go all clumsy. I rolled my ankle and missed grabbing the counter top in time to stop the inevitable crash into something. Unfortunately, I crashed into something both hard and pointy, causing this (click for bigger)
And this (which I’ll keep below the fold for the weak of stomach)
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I tried to stand up and was told by The Wife to stop that. I was already holding my head figuring that I had just punched a hole in the wall with it. She said she was going to call the EMT’s and told her not to bother and that I’d be better in a few. She told me to look at my hand and the floor as she proceeded to dial the phone. I’d managed to cover the floor in a couple square feet of blood and there was a good sized patch on the wall as well. This immediately caused me to OK the phone call she was already talking to someone on.
The EMT’s showed up a few minutes later, after I’d stopped the vast majority of the bleeding. They checked my vitals, made sure I knew who I was and where I was and told me I should call into work for the night. The Wife drove me to the urgent care clinic (cheaper than the ER) where I scared the intake clerk when she asked what I was there for and I simply turned around.
A good wash with the antiseptic/anesthetic wash, some Black & Decker action, and a good couple of wraps later I was home and relaxing. I was also wondering if I still had any of the red paint leftover from when The Wife and The Mom painted the kitchen.
The staples come out on Christmas Eve. Wish me luck.
They just punch the staples in without shaving a patch of hair clean? Huh.
Apparently. I will says that they wash the hell out of the area with the paindeadener/sterilizer before hand. Amazingly, that hurt more than the staples.
Yeah, back when I was a kid I tagged myself with a machete while chopping brush. Not really serious — I now have a scar about an inch and a half long on my knee — but the doc-in-a-box had to numb it up before stitching the gash. I bit through a tongue depressor from the sting.
I don’t have a pic of it, ’cause it happened about forty years ago, but I suspect that looks a fair bit like the back of my head (also pretty thick in the skull dept) after I managed to slide down a snow-and-ICE! covered hill next to my house, finding a nice little rock sticking up our of the frozen-solid ground. Gashed the back of my head enough that the only one that didn’t want to pack me up and head for the ER immediately was me. Mom said something about not having enough thread, I think. Not fun, but makes for a good story later in life.
Ouch! I smacked that part when I was 21 (no, I was NOT drunk). As the town doc was stitching me up he said it was a good thing I’d hit it there, apparently that’s the thick part of the skull, someplace else and I’d have been spending time in the hospital. I hope it heals up well for you.
Keep that sucker clean. The wife had a nasty gash after the wreck and it’s became pretty nasty. Long story on that, but seriously keep it clean.
@Barron: “Two is one…” works for entendres, aussi.
What happened to that glue they used to use on scalp wounds? I think it was called Colliodon. I had that slapped on a couple times in my yute.
Well I hope you heal quickly and without any complications, Phil. Looks painful.
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