Fourteen stitches and a week later
Today is seventh day of Zelda's ordeal with her finger and the fourteen stitches.
I finally looked at the finger today.
Y'all think I was trying to be funny about almost passing out in the ER last Monday night. I wish it were true. I've spent the last week peeking around corners to make sure she didn't have the gauze off while she cleaned the wound. I did get close enough to it to help her tie off the new gauze on occasion, but even that was almost too much.
I even got queasy talking with her about it on the phone one day last week.
But today I accepted her offer to look at it. Words cannot describe. Trouble is, there's no observant nurse at my house to grab me by the arm and make me take a big mouthful of crushed ice.
Pardon me while I go stick my head in the freezer.
By the way, my friend who had the emergency surgery went home today. He has a long recovery ahead of him but he's on his way.
Healing, in my little corner of the world, has begun, at least for now. Thank you, Lord.
I finally looked at the finger today.
Y'all think I was trying to be funny about almost passing out in the ER last Monday night. I wish it were true. I've spent the last week peeking around corners to make sure she didn't have the gauze off while she cleaned the wound. I did get close enough to it to help her tie off the new gauze on occasion, but even that was almost too much.
I even got queasy talking with her about it on the phone one day last week.
But today I accepted her offer to look at it. Words cannot describe. Trouble is, there's no observant nurse at my house to grab me by the arm and make me take a big mouthful of crushed ice.
Pardon me while I go stick my head in the freezer.
By the way, my friend who had the emergency surgery went home today. He has a long recovery ahead of him but he's on his way.
Healing, in my little corner of the world, has begun, at least for now. Thank you, Lord.
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