My terrible, horrible, very bad last two days

(Warning: graphic pictures below.)

I kind of had a bad reaction to headache pills yesterday and got into an extremely intoxicated state where my mind worked fine but my body didn’t. I couldn’t walk four feet without falling. I probably should have sought medical attention right then and there, but I was alone and in no fit state to drive, and it didn’t occur to me that it might be a “911” type situation. (It was.) By means of clinging to the rail and sliding down the steps on my butt, I managed to get downstairs without killing myself and then tried to get a glass of orange juice, but broke the glass and cut myself on the hand in the worst possible place: on the webbing, between the thumb and forefinger. This was the result:

While still lacking any coordination at all, I tried to clean things up. I couldn’t find any paper towels (thanks Mom, for going away on vacation for ten days and not telling your house-sitter where the paper towels were) and tried to use toilet paper, without much success. The result being that I bled all over the kitchen and all over myself. These, for example, are my pajama pants:

I finally gave up and went back to bed. Later, the guy doing remodeling on Mom’s house came over, and woke me to ask why the kitchen looked like a crime scene. I told him and he bound up my hand with gauze and tape from his first-aid kit, doing a fine job. I went back to bed again and slept for a day or more.

I woke up in the afternoon the next day (today), feeling rather better, and decided to take a shower, which meant unwrapping the bandage. That’s when I realized just how bad the cut was. I drove to the urgent care clinic but they refused to assist me. They got the idea that I had tried to commit suicide and forced me to go to the hospital emergency room, where I went through loads of unnecessary medical procedures and also a suicide assessment because they too wouldn’t believe this had all been an accident or series of accidents.

Four hours after I arrived in ER, someone finally cleaned and sutured my hand, but because of where the cut is they couldn’t do much for it. This is the result:

Not a great improvement, as you can see. It hurts like a bee-yotch. Thank goodness it was my left hand, not my right one, and they did prescribe antibiotics, but I wonder if my hand will ever be the same again. I can’t even hold my stupid purse with that hand now.

And I still have to clean up the kitchen.

8 thoughts on “My terrible, horrible, very bad last two days

  1. Saffy November 16, 2011 / 2:54 am

    OMG how horrible! it looks like something from OJ!

  2. Kristen November 16, 2011 / 9:00 am

    OMG, Meaghan! Thank goodness you didn’t bleed to death! Get better!!

    • Meaghan November 16, 2011 / 9:15 am

      I’ll survive. I cleaned the kitchen, mopped the floor. There was blood on the stove, the wall, the light switches, the fridge door, the kitchen sink, the kitchen counter, the toilet… Ironically if I hadn’t tried to clean up the mess right then, I wouldn’t have left bloodstains all over the place. It looked like a squirrel had been slaughtered in there.

      Why does this always happen to me?

  3. Crystal November 16, 2011 / 4:16 pm

    Your description of the kitchen reminded me of the Joan Risch crime scene!

  4. Jaime November 16, 2011 / 7:13 pm

    I hope it heals quickly, it looks awful.

  5. marycarney November 16, 2011 / 10:32 pm

    Can I just interject here how hard that type of laceration is to sew up? I’m glad you didn’t hit any tendons and such – hand injuries can really get complicated in a hurry. Hope you’re on the mend soon.

  6. Joy October 28, 2012 / 7:51 pm

    I have done exactly the same in the same place and on the left hand. Two hours in a and e which isn’t too bad. Just realised this was last year. Did yours scar? 🙂

    • Meaghan November 1, 2012 / 6:48 am

      Not too much. A V-shaped notch. You can’t really see it unless you know it’s there.

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