Don't Stab Me

Ok, so since the last time I posted I've started my new shift, I just completed a full week (and six days in a row) of my new shift.
It's not really that bad, but it will take some getting used to. If I get to sleep on time then I wake up with Cara not too tired and spend the morning with Laura. Maybe we go swimming or to the mall, or do a little tidying at home. Unfortunately when I say little that's what I mean, so not too much, but we'll get better at that.

I would have to say that that most "exciting" thing that happened this week though was when I was trying to get the plastic off of one of Laura's baby spoons. It had met the garburator a couple of weeks ago, ending frayed and worn, a wonderful place for bacteria to hide etc.

So, anyway, I was prying at the plastic with a kitchen knife when everything slipped. and suddenly the pinky finger of my left hand was in a lot of pain. I looked at it immediately while putting the knife down. I couldn't see anything, then I saw blood show up on both sides of my finger and realized I had stabbed straight through my finger. Luckily it was just on the top, so it was only a skin wound. It even poked me in the ring finger after bumping my wedding ring. If you're squeamish you mightn't want to click, Pre-Stitches. Then after waiting a couple hours in the ER with my Mom and Laura, the
Dr. informed me that since he had to stitch in two places he'd have to apply freezing twice, and that if I was ok with it he might as well just stitch me without freezing, which unfortunately also made sense to me. Post-Stitches

He also basically said that unless I was a Hand Model, that we'd mostly ignore the hole in my ring finger. So I'm keeping it clean and it is healing well along with my pinky finger.