Maybe I think I'm cooler than I actually am, but I like to think I'm pretty good at pumpkin carving. I don't know why vegetable gutting and shaping seems to get my creative juices flowing, but I like it and I look forward to it every Halloween.
There will be no pumpkins this year and I'm very sad about it. The girls painted a pumpkin each and they are cute and will get a post of their own. After they went to bed last night I set about gutting my pumpkins for this years creations. I had finished cleaning out the first one and was moving on to the second when my hand slipped on the knife...
Lots of blood and lots of pain. Alan called the doctor and they sent us to the Urgent Care. A ward member came over to stay with our sleeping kids. The Urgent Care took a look and gave me a few stitches and that would have been the end of it, except I couldn't move my pinky finger...
They wrapped me up and sent me over to the ER to see the on call hand doctor.
Four hours, several tests, and x-rays later it is determined that I sliced my flexor tendon. It has to be repaired, but thankfully didn't require emergency surgery right then. At 3am they finally stitched my pinky wound closed and put a huge splint on my hand to immobilize it.
I have an appointment tomorrow with another orthopedic specialist to talk about the surgery to fix the tendon. I don't know exactly what they will do besides that they have to dig around and find where the end of the tendon settled after it snapped. I guess it's worth it to have a working pinky.
Right now I'm just grateful for kids that slept through everything, Ann Wiltbank for sleeping on my couch even though she teaches early morning seminary, and for a husband who will wash my hair and tie my shoes.
PS I typed this whole thing left handed. Be impressed.