Only Me
“I would think that a single woman’s biggest worry would be choking to death alone in her apartment.”
–Alec Baldwin as Jack Donaghy, 30 Rock, Season 1, Episode 3, Blind Date
I spent the afternoon with my hand looking like this. I tore off a chunk of skin on my hand on the edge of a mirror when unplugging my PDA which was plugged in next to it. It is not as bad as it sounds. The wound is smaller than a dime.
The problem is that it bled a lot. It took me fifteen minutes or more and several blood soaked bandages and paper towels before I could get it wrapped well enough. Blood was still dripping out of the bandage for a while, too. I had to put another bandage on top and then wrap it in more paper towel. Something like this could only happen to me.
With such a small cut, it may not seem like a big deal. It could not have been that much blood right? I welcome you to take a look in my trash can if you like. Anyway, for a small person like me, it is a big deal. Most days, I do not even weigh enough to give blood, so an ounce or so of blood is a big deal for someone my size.
I never realized how hard it is to dress a bleeding wound yourself until today. I have had other instances, but nothing that I can remember that bled so long and so much. I really could have used some help with it. Luckily, my mother and ex-nurse sister were already on their way for other reasons. They were able to help me redress the wound properly (as shown above), which of course started it bleeding again. This dressing had a piece of thick gauze, a big bandage, and then four small bandages so that it was tight and blood would stop dripping out of it.
I still had to keep my hand elevated, and I think this really messed up my circulation and just made me feel dizzier, weaker, and generally worse. Then, you know how when you give blood they have you drink OJ and eat stuff with sugar in it? Well, I do not have any of that stuff. I am a pretty healthy eating vegan, who eats very few sugary snacks and does not like OJ, so that is not the kind of stuff that I have around my house. Rather, there is almost nothing with sugar around here. My only savior was some homemade sorbet that my sister had made and left in my freezer a few weeks ago. Only me, right?
This whole thing has got me thinking about having someone around for situations like this, just as much as that episode of 30 Rock did. Maybe I should get a roommate. LOL Nah.
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