Cut my thumb open with an X-Acto® blade this morning at work while trimming down a printed proof for a customer. This was not the usual one-centimeter nick I've had dozens of in my career, but a gouge about 1/8" into the side of my thumb and clear into the nail. Hurt like ow-ow-fuckity-OW! and bled like a stuck pig. After getting the bleeding stanched and the wound cleaned and dressed, a coworker suggested I should consider getting a tetanus shot if I couldn't remember when my last one was, which I can't.
So I called the company that handles my employer's work-related injury treatment coverage and they referred me to our HR/accounting person, who referred me to the Concentra clinic in midtown. I called the clinic and they said I could walk in anytime, but they couldn't just give me the injection and say buh-bye; I had to do paperwork, get examined and have a determination made as to whether stitching would be required (oh, gods above and below, NO!) and a shot would be administered as part of my treatment. The good news was, they had early and late weekday hours and I was in no danger waiting until after work to go in.
So around quitting time, I drove down to the clinic and filled out forms, then waited some, then filled out more forms, then waited some more. Then they finally called me in and asked me to empty my pockets, then gave me a cup and pointed me to the bathroom for a urine sample. Apparently a tox screen is part of intake; wish they'd warned me so I could have drunk more water to prepare.
Then a nice young nurse took my blood pressure, gave me a glass of something clear, red and foamy to soak my thumb in and stuck the needle in my arm to give me the tetanus shot. Then a nice middle-aged lady doctor came in, pulled and prodded at the now-closed wound (causing me not insignificant pain in the process), suggested I would need stitches and watched as I blanched and said, "I do? Oh, God..." She took this to mean I would refuse stitching and instead ordered the nurse to use something called Steri-Strips to bind the edges of the wound together. I thought all of this was way overkill for what was essentially a minor wound of the sort that is an occupational hazard in my line of work, but I was so grateful not to have my already-aching thumb darned like an old sock while I watched (and likely either vomited, fainted or both) that I didn't kick about it.
They finally sent me home with some painkiller and instructions to keep the wound clean and dry, limit use of the left hand and come back in two days for a follow-up. So now I type with a huge, bulbous bandage wrapped around my left thumb and a profound sense of relief that I didn't have this happen before getting this job.
So I called the company that handles my employer's work-related injury treatment coverage and they referred me to our HR/accounting person, who referred me to the Concentra clinic in midtown. I called the clinic and they said I could walk in anytime, but they couldn't just give me the injection and say buh-bye; I had to do paperwork, get examined and have a determination made as to whether stitching would be required (oh, gods above and below, NO!) and a shot would be administered as part of my treatment. The good news was, they had early and late weekday hours and I was in no danger waiting until after work to go in.
So around quitting time, I drove down to the clinic and filled out forms, then waited some, then filled out more forms, then waited some more. Then they finally called me in and asked me to empty my pockets, then gave me a cup and pointed me to the bathroom for a urine sample. Apparently a tox screen is part of intake; wish they'd warned me so I could have drunk more water to prepare.
Then a nice young nurse took my blood pressure, gave me a glass of something clear, red and foamy to soak my thumb in and stuck the needle in my arm to give me the tetanus shot. Then a nice middle-aged lady doctor came in, pulled and prodded at the now-closed wound (causing me not insignificant pain in the process), suggested I would need stitches and watched as I blanched and said, "I do? Oh, God..." She took this to mean I would refuse stitching and instead ordered the nurse to use something called Steri-Strips to bind the edges of the wound together. I thought all of this was way overkill for what was essentially a minor wound of the sort that is an occupational hazard in my line of work, but I was so grateful not to have my already-aching thumb darned like an old sock while I watched (and likely either vomited, fainted or both) that I didn't kick about it.
They finally sent me home with some painkiller and instructions to keep the wound clean and dry, limit use of the left hand and come back in two days for a follow-up. So now I type with a huge, bulbous bandage wrapped around my left thumb and a profound sense of relief that I didn't have this happen before getting this job.
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Date: 2008-07-22 04:08 am (UTC)Ugh! Yuck! Sounds like time for some paid R&R, yo!
Hope it feelz better.
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Date: 2008-07-22 04:46 am (UTC)Despite being stitched, my thumb didn't actually scar. It's shaped differently than it was before, which is slightly odd.
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Date: 2008-07-22 07:22 am (UTC)Cover it with Day-Glo Orange and you can hitchhike at night. < g,d,r >
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Date: 2008-07-22 02:20 pm (UTC)She probably wanted to stitch it because thumbs are, um, high-flexing locations, and therefore it's more likely you'd pop it open than if you'd had a comparable wound on, say, some random stretch of forearm.
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Date: 2008-07-22 05:54 pm (UTC)What? No pictures???
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Date: 2008-07-22 09:15 pm (UTC)*sigh* which reminds me, I'm due for mine... prolly when I get around to having a full physical.
Did they give you the new fine-needle DPT booster thingy, or the old-school regular tetanus which hurts like the dickens the next day?
I learned just not to watch when they use needles on me these days. That and the vampires (hospital jargon for phlebotomists, folks who suck your blood) around here are so good it's hardly worth getting worked up about. I just show'em this one little spot on the outside of the crook of my left elbow, they prod it a second and say, "oh, yeah,", and poke and all done! My endocrinologist is particularly good at it.... and his new assistant isn't half bad, and *very* easy on the eyes... ;)
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