We had a little mishap this weekend. We are now referring to it as “Our first married medical emergency.” What happened?

We had a productive Saturday and were planning on going out with some friends that night. They were meeting us at our apartment, so we decided to do a quick sweep through clean up. I was cleaning a corner of the bathroom floor and then all the sudden felt a shooting pain as my finger struck a tiny little piece of glass. Luckily I was in the bathroom and put my hand over the bathroom sink as my right ring finger starts gushing blood.

Our conversation went something like this:

me: “Ouch I cut my finger”
mark: “Are you ok?” (from the kitchen)
me: “I’m bleeding.”
mark: “Ok”
me: “I’m bleeding a lot. Come here.”
mark: “You are bleeding a lot. Put pressure on it and elevate it”
me: “Still bleeding, lots of blood. Ahh! Don’t touch it!!”
mark: “It’s kind of deep. You may need stitches.”
me: “What should we do? Call my mom. Call your mom. Call a mom.(Moms fix things right?) Maybe my medicine is making me bleed more. What if I clot?”
mark: “Stop panicking, we are fine. Do you want to go to urgent care?”
me: “I don’t know should we? Just decide. There is blood all over the sink!”
mark: “Ok let’s go”

For the next 2 hours we sat in the local urgent care observing. We saw a woman heaped over in a chair that looked like she was going to pass out and die. A little boy with his sick mommy who wanted her to play swords and broke out in a rendition of Beyonce’s “All the Single Ladies.” A teenager with a swollen ankle, to whom the previously mentioned little boy asked “Why don’t your shoes match?” And a few other people who had other gross germs that made you feel worse as you avoided any sort of unnecessary touching of items in the waiting room and sat the farthest distance possible from the person who looked the most contagious.

Finally we got put in our own room to wait for the doctor. This was a good thing other than I happen to have a husband who likes to press buttons and figure out how everything works in new environments. Long story short our time waiting in this room consisted of: “Mark don’t touch that.” “Put that back” “You don’t know what that does.” “Can you go sit back down in your chair?” Boredom, curiosity and starvation didn’t help the situation.

Eventually we saw the doctor who said I could either have stitches or butterflies. Hating needles, I opted for being butterflied and having tiny little pieces of tape close the bloody gap in my finger tip. Then my finger was wrapped 5 inches thick in gauze and we were sent on our way after the doctor reassured me that my medicine nor blood condition was going to make it worse. Have I mentioned that while we were engaged, I found out I have 1.5 million blood platelets and a normal person has between 100,000 and 400,000? That’s a different post. I’ll catch you up if you haven’t heard about that whole experience.

After not eating dinner and basically being starving, we found a Del Taco. While we usually don’t eat fast food, we gave in because Mark loves Del Taco (relates back to his childhood memories of surfing and burritos. Weird). We got a party fiesta box of tacos and burritos to take home. That would be a -1 for my new healthy diet.

Basically our Saturday night consisted of blood, avoiding germs, watching an entertaining 3 year old sing Beyonce, and eating some tacos/burritos at 10pm. It was relatively minor for a medical emergency, but we handled it. Now it’s more of a hassle that it’s on my right hand and creates a few challenges when it comes to typing and basic functioning that you would need all 5 fingers for.

Alright enough of my ramblings. Tomorrow’s post will be an exciting one. I made a purchase over the weekend that is my newest addition to the crafting/diy gadget world. So get excited!

How was your weekend? Have you had any mishaps that landed you in the ER/urget care?