07-05-2022, 12:08 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-05-2022, 12:14 AM by Drunk Monk.)
Thursday I was in the ER for my back.
Tonight I was steri-stripping my wrist back together.
Worst 4th of July ever. Amirite Lynch lair?
I woke up late due to the meds and being on vacation. Stacy found a chiro nearby that’s well recommended so I booked an appointment, then she gave me a hot stone treatment where I took another nap, then I took a hot bath while Stacy & Yuki took a quick hike at Pogonip. After a healing restful day, and regular meds, my body felt okay.
Yuki and I head to the dog park and he plays with his friends while I chat with the other dog parents. It’s a low turnout yet pleasant, and my back is feeling okay. It ends with Yuki & Georgie the boxer who usually get along fine. Georgie’s mom Susan is a local artist who’s sister dated Buck’s dad. We’ve had many delightful conversations. After a bit more hanging out, we both decide it’s time to go.
I leash Yuki and as she’s leashing Georgie, the dogs attack each other. I’m not sure who started it but Georgie got on top of Yuki being taller. I have Yuki’s leash in my right and try to get Georgie on my left.
I get bit on the wrist. I think it was Georgie but it happened fast. It yanked my left side hard and I got a nervy jolt from my wrist. For a moment, I think it’s a severed tendon but I have full use of my fingers now so that wasn’t so.
We separate the dogs and head our ways. Susan is very concerned and apologetic (it wasn’t her fault at all) but I dash to my car to get my 1st aid kit. I get Yuki in and slap some 3x3’s over the gash. It’s a 3/4 lac, a tear that’s about a half inch from my artery but no arterial spray. Nevertheless, it’s bleeding profusely - that dark deep blood - probably a vein for my blood to be so dark - and I sense the edge of shock creeping in - the norco is reducing the pain but it’s also affecting my judgement.
I drive the few blocks home one-handed, trying to maintain pressure on my wrist when my right hand is t on the wheel. Fortunately the gash has a bit of a flap that seals ok. I get home as Stacy is playing the piano and tell her I need help. She makes sure that I don’t bleed on the new carpet.
Our medicine cabinet is a mess and I struggle to find steri-strips. I know I have some and that’s just what I need to close the wound. It’s a challenge to do it one-handed and I’m not coherent enough to explain to Stacy what I need or what I’m doing, so she assists as best as she can. Plus I’m definitely on the edge of shock so words are escaping me. The cut is in the crease of my wrist - an odd angle to patch but I manage.
I changed the bandage before going to bed because it was oozing a little. It should seal up ok as long as it doesn’t get infected. I washed it in soapy water, soaked it, hit it with some alcohol preps (youch!), and some antibiotic gel. It feels ok now.
I hate to see that much of my own blood.
What a crappy 4th of July weekend.
Tonight I was steri-stripping my wrist back together.
Worst 4th of July ever. Amirite Lynch lair?
I woke up late due to the meds and being on vacation. Stacy found a chiro nearby that’s well recommended so I booked an appointment, then she gave me a hot stone treatment where I took another nap, then I took a hot bath while Stacy & Yuki took a quick hike at Pogonip. After a healing restful day, and regular meds, my body felt okay.
Yuki and I head to the dog park and he plays with his friends while I chat with the other dog parents. It’s a low turnout yet pleasant, and my back is feeling okay. It ends with Yuki & Georgie the boxer who usually get along fine. Georgie’s mom Susan is a local artist who’s sister dated Buck’s dad. We’ve had many delightful conversations. After a bit more hanging out, we both decide it’s time to go.
I leash Yuki and as she’s leashing Georgie, the dogs attack each other. I’m not sure who started it but Georgie got on top of Yuki being taller. I have Yuki’s leash in my right and try to get Georgie on my left.
I get bit on the wrist. I think it was Georgie but it happened fast. It yanked my left side hard and I got a nervy jolt from my wrist. For a moment, I think it’s a severed tendon but I have full use of my fingers now so that wasn’t so.
We separate the dogs and head our ways. Susan is very concerned and apologetic (it wasn’t her fault at all) but I dash to my car to get my 1st aid kit. I get Yuki in and slap some 3x3’s over the gash. It’s a 3/4 lac, a tear that’s about a half inch from my artery but no arterial spray. Nevertheless, it’s bleeding profusely - that dark deep blood - probably a vein for my blood to be so dark - and I sense the edge of shock creeping in - the norco is reducing the pain but it’s also affecting my judgement.
I drive the few blocks home one-handed, trying to maintain pressure on my wrist when my right hand is t on the wheel. Fortunately the gash has a bit of a flap that seals ok. I get home as Stacy is playing the piano and tell her I need help. She makes sure that I don’t bleed on the new carpet.
Our medicine cabinet is a mess and I struggle to find steri-strips. I know I have some and that’s just what I need to close the wound. It’s a challenge to do it one-handed and I’m not coherent enough to explain to Stacy what I need or what I’m doing, so she assists as best as she can. Plus I’m definitely on the edge of shock so words are escaping me. The cut is in the crease of my wrist - an odd angle to patch but I manage.
I changed the bandage before going to bed because it was oozing a little. It should seal up ok as long as it doesn’t get infected. I washed it in soapy water, soaked it, hit it with some alcohol preps (youch!), and some antibiotic gel. It feels ok now.
I hate to see that much of my own blood.
What a crappy 4th of July weekend.
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