|Waiting to get stitches in the ER|
Thinking I was late for the pickup (when actually I wasn't), I grabbed the green bag out of the bin in the kitchen and dragged it down to the street. I have been putting the heavier bags in my garden cart to take down to the street to save my back doing the job that was formerly Joe's, but this time I didn't. When the bag (in my right hand) brushed against my left ankle, I felt a sharp pain and looked down to see blood gushing from the spot. It ran down my leg and into my sandal, which by the way I was worried about ruining.
I grabbed a dish towel, wetted it down, and wrapped it around my ankle and applied pressure. The gash looked pretty deep. With the towel wrapped around my ankle I got upstairs and applied antibiotic cream and two bandaids. After I went out and hosed my sandal down and it was still bleeding, I decided I better call 911.
Being close to the fire station has definite advantages. An ambulance arrived in minutes, and in came my old friend, (semi) retired fire chief Bill Selkirk, who had triaged Maddie when she got hit by a car (and probably saved her) and who had arrived at the lake when I cracked my head, and who is just generally a good guy. He and a nice EMT said I better get stitches, got me into the ambulance, and away we went to the Holyoke Medical Center ER. Early morning is a good time to get injured, and I got seen quickly.
The physician assistant who gave me five stitches turned out to be one of Joe's high school friends, Jenna Turcotte; we had a nice chat while she took care of me. I took a photo of her and texted it to Joe, writing, "Look who's giving me stitches!" I also had to get a tetanus shot. Afterwards, it was nice of Deborah to rescue me.
Of course I felt stupid about breaking a plate and then throwing it in the trash, and not thinking about what I was doing, and it hurt afterwards, and I could hardly walk, and I missed our super fun tennis, but all things considered it is not such a big deal.
Maddie doesn't like to leave there, and sometimes neither do I! She walks into the crate where she sleeps when she stays over and then gives me a look. When we got home, I finished the chocolate ice cream and gave her a carrot. I think she likes the snacks better there.