Needle And The Damage Done

Well, last night I got into a silly minor accident at home, cumulating in three stitches to my right foot, particularly the space between the "little toe" and the "ring toe."

After my very own lovely "Florence Nightingale" (Jessica, that is) helped me assess the damage (she calmly said, "Whoa...I think we should take you to the ER") and cleaned and bandaged my foot up, she took me to the ER and patiently waited while I got the three stitches and a tetanus shot.

It's been I don't know how long since I got stitches, and on top of that, who knows how long ago since I got a tetanus shot?

Anyway what happened was there was one of Jessica's artwork leaning against a wall. The artwork in question was a large (over 5 feet by 5 feet) wood canvas with a painting of a red fish. I smashed my right foot into one side of the painting, leaving a deep gash in the webbing of my right foot, between the baby toe and ring toe. There was blood, but not anything remotely geyser-like. And the pain was a dull, throbbing one that proved to be more uncomfortable than unbearable. As I said to the nurse when he asked me on a scale of 0 to 10 how I would rate the pain (0 being no pain and 10 being intense pain) I said it was a 4 or 5.

The real pain came when the doc had to inject some local anesthesia in/around the gash in my foot. Don't worry, I won't gross you out with anymore details (and I'm sorry if I have already), but I guess in the end the pain from the needle filled with anesthesia is much more preferable than the pain of having yourself stiched up without it.

After a nurse cleaned me up, the doc prescribed me some Vicodin in case the pain gets really bad, but thankfully so far it hasn't.

So for about a week I'll be walking gingerly with a slight limp, looking out for any protruding edges.