Well that was an unexpected turn of events. I had a ride in an ambulance, a couple of days in hospital and some plastic surgery: no new nose or perky breasts though.
I have left handedly sewn some kitchen cloth over my bandage in an attempt to keep it somewhat clean.
Late Friday afternoon Hedy Lamarr stole a pig's ear from the shopping and was eating it in her little box. I put my hand in her mouth to extract said pig's ear and she chewed down at the same time and accidentally chewed my finger. There was no malice on her part, no pulling or tugging, it was just an accident. I have put my hand in dogs' mouths for twenty-eight years and never been chewed before.
Her tooth went through the centre of my middle fingernail on my right, and dominant, hand. It was like taking a well roasted carrot and pressing your finger into it. There is a hole, and the edges of the carrot split: I did worry I would lose the end of my finger.
Our wonderful health system kicked in. Neighbours rang the ambulance and applied pressure and held my arm up. Dion the paramedic put on a dressing and then took me to the Fast Track Emergency. They cleaned me up and I saw a doctor and a plastic surgeon. I was bumped by a young man who had punched a window and broken a hundred bones in his hand, and by 9pm I was in a bed on a ward.
The worst part of the whole thing was not eating from 2pm Friday until 9-30pm Saturday. I had the best sandwiches in the world, saved from dinner by the nurse. I had talked about sandwiches all day. No liquids either, but I had three bottles of antibiotics and a litre of fluids through my cannula. The nurses, doctors and ward staff were wonderfully caring and made sure I was as comfortable as possible.
The next door neighbours looked after The Labradors. My friends came to visit and I dozed on and off. When they finally took me to the operating theatre, the plastic surgeon decided she could operate using a local, rather than a general, anaesthetic. Apparently I am brave. No one realised I had only have two paracetamol until Saturday morning, I just put up with the throbbing, I thought it was normal. When they gave me some Endone the pain went straight away.
The surgeon didn't need to remove my nail, she just stitched the top half on to protect the nail bed, stitched the nailbed and finger closed and Bob's your uncle, it was over.
MrsDrWho brought me home and The Labradors were more excited to see her than me. My friends brought me so much food the fridge is too full and I had to freeze a quiche and some homemade soup. Hedy was afraid of my hospital smell, but Lorelai Gilmore took it all in her stride.
I am allowed to drive if I forgo the drugs, so we went for a walk this morning and now we are back in bed, full of drugs, and ready for a day of sleep. Oh and a month or so of no knitting or sewing or legible writing. And showers with numerous plastic bags and sticky tape.
An awful thing happened, but in the end it was all sorted out and not so bad. Accidents happen and you can't change that. I am grateful to have wonderful family and friends and live in a country where there is free health care. I don't have to pay a cent for my stay or operation as far as I can tell.
Gilly and Hedy outside the back door. Hedy has "opened" one of their beds, collected some sticks and chewed her red placemat. Gilly is just a good girl.