Man in white: nice doctor at emergency clinic in Frydlant.
Woman in black: hurting lady who smashed her thumb in the car door.
That would be me. Don't be fooled by the serene look on my face. I was in agony, but trying my best not to look it.
I came home with Claire late yesterday afternoon and was in the middle of wrangling a cover over my windshield (because they said it was supposed to snow last night. It didn't.) when the car door accidentally slammed shut...on my thumb. Can you say PAIN?????
We ran inside, Claire crying, me in shock...got ice on it, saw it turn a horrible shade of purple. Kids decided I needed to get to our emergency clinic (I couldn't think about anything besides the pain) so Caleb drove me there ASAP.
The people in the waiting room were so sweet - let me go ahead of everyone. Was it the look of shock on my face? These things don't usually happen to me.
The nurse knows us and was so kind and empathetic. The doctor was great too - said he didn't think it was broken but that I was probably in more pain because of the pressure building with blood under the nail. Whatever it was...he was right it was painful. He had to stick a needle in (I know...ick, right???) to drain the blood. All the while I was burying my face in the kind nurse's arm...such a wimp about pain.
They bandaged it up, swabbed it to kill any germs, told me to keep it on for two days, take plenty of ibuprofen...and rest. Ha! With a throbbing, heavily bandaged thumb?! Difficult!
Am typing this one-handed...that's a new blogging experience. Now reminds how much I take for granted when I have full use of both hands.
And that you never know what a day will bring.