Here's the story:
I needed to get the plastic wrap from the cupboard. In order to get to the plastic wrap I had to first move the big industrial size box if aluminum foil. The foil box fell from the cupboard, I tried to catch it. Instead, it caught me: its jagged sharp edge on my finger. I said one word - and one word only - very loudly and got my finger under water and wrapped in a towel. Since the cut was near the knuckle, Scooter thought I needed stitches...my first thought was, "Ah crap. This is going to cost me how much?"
So away we went to The Little Clinic at Fry's. They don't do stitches there and suggested NextCare about a mile away. I asked the triage nurse if she thought I really needed stitches (again my thought: "Cha ching") and she said, "Because it's on the joint, I would say yes." Scooter gave me a look that said, "You doubted me?! Now hurry up so I can get to yoga at 8:00." And away we went.
We got signed in at 7:15 p.m. Got soaking in iodine, chatted with the PA a bit, got four shots and five stitches:
And at 7:55 p.m. Scooter slowed the car in front of the house so I could jump out and he could get to yoga.
I also got a nice splint to wear for a few days to keep the knuckle imobilized. Who knew a box of aluminum foil could do such harm?!
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