I'm easily distacted. I quick get on the computer for a recipe and I am soon looking at cooking blogs... I start cutting pieces to a quilt and stop so I can move onto something that has caught my eye... I start cleaning and run into an old photo album... Or, I start anything at all constructive, and a child needs me (does that count as a distraction?)...
Anyways... Back to that cutting one...
I was cutting fabric the other evening. Bound and determined I would get all the pieces cut so I could finish this one quilt top. I was just cutting some leftover scraps from another quilt that I couldn't bear to throw away. I was planning on putting together a simple baby quilt. It was a little after ten p.m. when I looked at the clock and thought: "I better stop before I do something stupid." (Two things: One, don't tell my son I said stupid, he will remind me all day 'not to say that whord!' And two, in my mind, a 'stupid thing' would be to cut the fabric wrong and ruin what little scraps I had left.) Well, guess what, I continued to cut, and low and behold, I did a stupid thing. Who knew that there could be something worse than ruining a little piece of cute fabric!?(That in fact, no one sells anymore, and you really can't find more of... So in my defense, it would be reallllyyyy bad to ruin that last piece.) But oh yes... I did something far worse... I ran that rotary cutter right up the tip/side of my finger. (Warning... this may get a little descriptive for some people. If you are squeemish... skip down a paragraph or two...) I didn't feel pain at all, at first, but because I had felt that blade touch my finger, I knew I was cut. I announced to my husband in the adjoining room: "I have cut my finger!" And his response: "How bad?" Now of coarse, I have to look at it... "Pretty bad" I said as the blood ran down to my wrist... (Gross, right?) So after much pressure, and ice, and elevation, the bleeding slowed. Due to lack of anything to sew together (thats right, I cut a piece right off!) we opted not to go to the ER. I had my husband check on the fabric... he found no blood. (Yeah!) He did however find the missing piece of my finger! So finally, we applied some ointment and wrapped it one last time and went to bed.
That guaze would stick to that gash?!
So, in the morning, after cutting off everything I could from around my wound, I contemplated what to do with the gauze in the wound. Would it really be a problem to let the wound heal around guaze? Would it just biodegrate eventually? After seeking advice from someone who might know... but really isn't quilified to advise, I put as much ointment on it as I could, wrapped it, and waited for it to moisten - and then I would try and take it off... (Gross right?!) So after a few hours, I opened up the bandage and had a look... Nope, not ready to just pull that gauze off... Off of someone else's hand, sure! I'd whip that baby right off! Just not off of my hand. No sireee! After a little more contemplation, this wounded solidier realized... gauze is woven! So I proceeded to pull it out of the would strand by strand, sliver style. (Gross right?!) And after the last piece was out, and whatever healing had gone on was reversed, and it was bleeding freely again... (Gross, right?!) I laid my hand and head on the table and got my pulse back down to normal...
Want pictures? I was just going to post some, but I decided to ask first! (Really, I'm an Emt, I kinda like this stuff...)
On a good note... even injured I can still type decently, and I'm already roto-cutting again.