So Lloyd and I were sitting up at the emergency department of the hospital on Saturday, (he had a traumatised finger), and it was funny how we were surrounded by all this modern technology, yet when it came time to treat the finger they did it with a paper clip and a cigarette lighter.
Ok, that was a lie. I live in a country town so we weren’t surrounded by much modern technology at all.
But still, I thought there would have been some other little tool involved. Of course now I know the trick I’ll be able to do it at home next time the procedure is required. The nurse even said I could. Mothers of three grown children are considered experienced enough to carry out all sorts of minor surgery.
Lloyd came home for a visit on Saturday and told me he’d slammed his finger in the car door the night before.
I’d just like to say that I don’t even know how people slam fingers in car doors. Why is the hand not closing the door even on the car. By the time I’m shutting my door I’m already turned and walking away. I can understand someone else slamming your finger in the car door because I’ve seen it happen. It was pretty funny.
So anyway I had a look at the finger and said – I bet that hurts. It was like a sore cartoon finger. You could just about see the throbs of pain coming out of it. It was all black and red and swollen. Add it looked hot. And he said he could feel his pulse beating in it. So I said – we should go to the hospital and get them to have a look at it. But he didn’t want to go because he always feels like he’s wasting peoples time with things like that. And I said well it was better to waste their time now than to wake me up at 3am and waste mine.
So off we went. The good thing about our hospital is that unless there’s been a car accident or a heart attack you don’t have to wait long. Not like the city hospitals. You can walk in there and see a sign saying you can expect to wait five hours if it’s not an emergency.
The doctor had a look at the finger and said they’d put a hole through the nail and release the pressure. And off the nurse went and got the paper clip. She burnt the end it with her cigarette lighter then pushed it onto the nail and the heat makes a hole and blood all came spurting out. And I said to Lloyd – ouch, did that hurt as much as the door slamming on it? And he said – it’s a whole new kind of pain I’m in right now. And I said to the nurse – will we have to do this again tonight or tomorrow? And she said – maybe and showed me how and Lloyd yelled – Nooooo, don’t tell her how to do it.
But we didn’t have to anyway as it sort of leaked all afternoon. And of course it felt a lot better once the pressure was gone and the next day he was off wake boarding and playing basketball. Don’t know if he’ll manage to keep that nail though.