Clumsy Katya: Part One

Well, Wendy said I needed something exciting to talk about on my blog, so here 'tis.

I had a little incident Sunday night. I was cutting some fabric for a quilt for my soon-to-be-born nephew, and I got a little tired and careless. I was using one of those cutters that looks like a pizza slicer. On my last piece, I wasn't paying enough attention, and I cut the tip of my left middle finger off. Yes, I said off. It is a very weird experience seeing a piece of your finger flying across the room. Thankfully, your body just sort of takes over, so you don't really have to think. And you don't really feel pain. Though I did think for a split second that maybe my finger would be ok if I could just get the blood to stop. But then I noticed that the blood was kind of squirting everywhere. I looked at the piece of my finger on the floor, and I knew I would have to go to the hospital. Greasy hair, pj's, and all. --Yes, I actually took the time to be embarrassed that my t-shirt had a hole in it, and I would have to go to the hospital with no bra on...

After I rinsed my hand and put a washcloth over it to try to stop the blood, I tried to call Xon on the cell (he was getting groceries so I could make tacos), but it just kept ringing. I called Charles and Wendy, but they didn't answer. Called Xon again. No answer. Briefly thought to call my parents, but I knew they couldn't get here in time... I started to get pretty woozy, so I said a quick prayer that I could get someone on the phone before I passed out so someone would know I was bleeding.

Called Bly, was THRILLED when she actuallly answered, and very incoherently said I needed help. She immediately started on her way, but by then Xon had gotten home. He was talking to his dad on the cell. I met him in the driveway, and I said I had cut part of my finger off. He started screaming and ran in the house, put my finger in a bag with ice, and we went to the ER at St. Mary's. He later said I looked like a deer caught in headlights when I was standing in the driveway.

By the time we got in the car, my finger was throbbing pretty well. In the few minutes it took to get to the hospital, Xon called Bly to let her know she didn't have to come, helped me put on and tie my shoes, called Charles and Wendy and left a message, talked to my parents, and drove. --Xon, who can't multitask worth a lick. :-)

Since I'm typing this with one hand, I will have to tell you some more tomorrow. So I'll leave you with "TO BE CONTINUED..."