*warning: graphic pictures. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m not kidding!*
I found an awesome recipe for baked zucchini chips on pinterest. They looked and sounded divine.
I didn’t have any zucchini, but had some potatoes and sweet potatoes, so I carried the recipe over. I sliced up a sweet potato and two regular potatoes, baked them up, and even put up this yummy picture on instagram. They shrank up a lot, so I got the slicer out to do one more sweet potato.
This is where things go from good to bad in about 0.05 seconds. I was slicing, slicing, and then screaming. And cussing. A LOT. I called my mom (I was home alone with E…mom lives inTexas, not a big help, but that’s what you do, right? Call your mom?). Then called some neighbors with no luck. Then walked over to a neighbors…not home. Then texted a neighbor and his wife called back. She came over “it’s not that bad!” And, then I took off my make-shift tourniquet (btw, the triage nurse said never ever do this..whoops). “Oh, that’s bad.” Then, Mr. Serious got home with the older two. I quickly gave feeding directions (please take a bottle sweetheart), and the neighbor and I were off.
And, then, I got one of these.
Why? I went from cutting potatoes to cutting my thumb. I cut off the tip with a mandolin slicer. And, not just a little bit (here’s one more warning for nasty, gross, bloody pictures!). I went to triage and they wrapped me up and sent me back to the waiting room.
Then, back to a room where the NP (nurse practitioner, who I might have called mean) unwrapped it, looked at it and agreed with me that there wasn’t anything to stitch together (honestly, I was hoping they could…I knew it would heal faster!) Then, quickly recovered it because it was still bleeding! (shocking side note: I didn’t get any blood on anything except the burp rag I used!) Then, he put a shot in my hand at the base of my thumb to numb it. Yeah, that hurt!
Then I had to wait for this cellulose thing to stop the bleeding. And, that didn’t work. And, then he (the NP) tried another one. And, that still wasn’t completely successful. So, then, he brought out these silver nitrate sticks to cauterize it. Oh, yeah that hurt! And, looks like this (I warned you!)
And, success…that stopped the bleeding. So, it was wrapped up, Mr. Serious (aka rock-star husband and dad) packed up all three girls and came and picked me up.
And, you know you are a spouse of a blogger when your husband tells you they saved the chunk of your thumb from the cutting board. I’ll save you that picture (pretty sure I might puke if I see it!).
Oddly enough, the face recognition on the iPhone camera isn’t set out for thumbs. I tried (and, you’ll probably thank me), but this is day 2. Not much better, but thankfully, not bleeding!
And, now, I’m thinking that Pinterest really is dangerous and that maybe I should go back to boycotting.
Or, maybe I should a) find the handle for my mandolin slicer or b) throw the stupid thing away!
I should also add, I immediately put an ice pack on it to hopefully help with the pain and swelling. But, I was so distracted, I didn’t realize it was on some of my skin without a barrier, so now I have frost bite/freezer burn on my thumb. Yeah, it feels good, too.
You really don’t realize how important your thumb is until you can’t use it. Yeah, pretty much for everything.