I hurt my hand last week pretty badly. Stabbed myself, nearly all the way through the top of it, while removing a mesh guard off my washer hose. It was a scary situation. I was gushing blood -- it even squirted in my face once -- and didn't know what to do. I had to find my cell phone, dial it without my hands, call a few different people, finally reach someone. They came immediately to get me and bring me to the E.R. I had contemplated calling 9-1-1, but felt silly for that -- it was just a cut, after all. But what if I couldn't reach anyone? I couldn't drive myself. It was weird and scary. Having friends who would come get me like that really made me feel good.
The doctor at Bayview examined me for about 2 minutes and superglued my cut. I thought it was a bit strange, but he was distracted and busy and that was that. He didn't seem concerned. However, the next day, the hand swelled up like something out of a horror film. It was badly infected. I went to Urgent Care, where the doctor seemed pretty concerned, even suggesting that I might be admitted to the hospital, but instead they gave me a shot in the butt and some antibiotic pills, and the infect was gone within 36 hours. Now, my hand looks barely like anything happened to it; I played softball tonight.
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I made the mistake of renting a place smack dab in the one section of
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