Dreams, Glitter and Tears

all healed up and the stitches have absorbed on the inside and fallen off on the outside. I'm still a little sore when pressure is placed on the scar but otherwise it looks and feels good.

In other news, the baby rats are doing well. I took a couple pics today but they didn't come out. Oh well, tomorrow is another day.

I was working on a corset project today and was salvaging some boning from another corset. I got frustrated with some stiching and opened my scissors to "saw" the stitching apart. It was working great until I slipped.



I told James and held pressure on it for a while to stop the bleeding. It was really deep, nearly to the bone. He suggested a compression bandage but I flexed it and realized that knowing myself, I wouldn't be able to immobilize it well enough for a compression bandage to work. It just wouldn't heal properly.



I mean, it was really, really deep



So I grabbed my handy dandy chromic gut kit (surgical stitch needle and thread- I stole it from the doctors office about a year ago because they had a shitload on the counter and I tend to collect medical supplies for times just like this. Maybe I'm a medical klepto...)



I numbed it a little with some anbesol (tooth/mouth numbing agent for teething babies, canker sores, etc) and got to sewing




one of the stitches ripped out so I had to cross back and redo it but in all I did a good job. 8 stitches later, i have 90% usage of the finger and most of the 10% is immobility due to a bandaid on it. The best part is that I saved myself a $300+ trip to the emergency room.



James says I'm hardcore. XD

So the doctor says that it's not broken or cracked. Just really really bruised. Ouch. I got a prescription for 600 mg ibuprofen. It takes the edge off.

On the upside, Emily and I have some throat infection thingy. We got Zmax. Zmax rocks because you add water, shake and drink, and you're all done with your antibiotics. Zmax sucks because it tastes like antacids. Chalky.

off to ice my buns...

Today has been a crazy day to say the least. Laura and I had tandem appointments and I was pulled over on the way. I was ticketed for my inspection sticker not being current. The appointment went well, aside from Steve double-booking. On the way home, I was pulled over again...for my inspection sticker. yeesh. The cop was nice and let me off the hook since I was just ticketed.

I got home and called James to warn him that the cops were out with a vengeance and to tell him I was pulled over and ticketed. Of course this meant no more driving my car so I was going to have to walk to get Kay, London and James from school. Exhausted for no good reason, I took a nap and James woke me when he came home early. He dropped me off at the school on his way to get a code reader to find out why my check engine light is on. (I can't pass inspection until we get that light off.) I brought my skates and stayed for Kays choir practice.

On the way home, I fell. First fall since I got my skates. I was going up a ramp and the kids stopped in front of me so I started to roll backward. I didn't recover and both legs went out at the same time. I landed kinda leaned backward and really nailed my tailbone hard. No more skating. I did make it a half mile though!! I walked the rest of the way home with my butt hurting a LOT. I've turned into a giant sissy because I must've moaned about my hind about 100 times on the way home. Eventually I stopped saying "butt" and moved on to "Donkey" because it's better than "Ass" Besides, James would fall on the playground and groan "Oh, my ass!!" and I know it. So my donkey hurts. It hurts to raise my voice, clear my throat or laugh, sit, stand, lay... it just sucks. I write this with an icepack on my bum and it feels a bit better. I hope I didn't crack it or something. I think I just bruised it good.

Ow. my donkey.