Well my week was not going well. Work was a grind where I was not getting anything done. My Social life consisted of staying home all week. But all that was about to change…here comes the weekend.
So late Friday afternoon I decided to quickly mow the lawn so that I wouldn’t have to do it over the weekend. I had just enough time to get it done before I had to pick my little one up, so a mowing I went. I was done with the front yard in no time, it must have been the running music on my player that spurred me along, none the less I just had to change the height of the mower, finish the back and it was O’beer thirty. Hmmmm, the tab to change the mower height was stuck…I’ll just give it a push….
Now when I tell this story, it is important to note…I did not chop my finger off on the blade. The mower was off and the little rubber grip you use to change the mower height pulled off as I tried to push it…not my fault…OK maybe I am a bit klutzy, but not this time. No mater how it happened there was a good amount of blood, and I was wondering if I needed stitches. I did my best to stem the flow of blood, bandage my wounds and finish the mowing (I’ll be damned if I let this stop me from getting it done).
After I picked up Ains, I began to wonder if I needed stitches and (mostly) if I needed a Tetanus shot. So off I went to the Emergency Room. I tried to talk myself out of it 5 or 6 times: “I’m fine,” “It’s not that bad,” “who needs and index finger anyway.” So I sign in and wait. And wait. Let me tell you, if you are ever staved for entertainment, the ER on a Friday evening is full of it. Some old guy just wanted to talk to anyone who would listen (I think he was a patient). Another guy had just been in a car wreak…I wondered if he looked that much different before the wreck. And some poor guy was there because his pee looked like coffee…I don’t even want to know what his problem was…the nurse said enough when she said, “he is in bad shape.”
Then there was little old me, “Oh I just cut my finger a little, might need a tetanus shot.” So when the triage nurse saw me and said she didn’t think I would need stitches I started feeling better. Then she said I was smart to come and get the shot, but I did have 72 hours to get that done, I felt a lot better. I figured I had waited long enough and I already had everything I needed: 1. A professional Nurse’s opinion that I did not need stitches. 2. Information on how long I had until I needed a Tetanus shot. I beat the system. I told them I had to get home to my daughter (Sheryl was home watching her, but it sounded good at the time) and left the ER.
So the cut was a pain, the wait at the ER was a pain (1 ½ hours of my life I’ll never get back), but as I said I felt like I beat the system. I probably would’ve had to wait another 1 ½ hours not to mention what my insurance would have thought of the whole endeavor. On Monday, I went to a walk-in clinic and got the shot. In and out in less than 45 minuets and only a $10 Co-pay. The doctor did mention that he might have given me a few stitches…Everyone is a critic.
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