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freyakitten) wrote2007-01-02 06:23 pm
freyakitten) wrote2007-01-02 06:23 pm
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Conjecture on the following subject is hereby invited:
Why do I fall down for finger gashes and not other types of bleeding injuries? It's not blood loss, because I've had injuries that bled worse, and just got out the first aid skills and equipment, fixed it and kept going.
This is all in aid of a lovely cut on my right index finger, the joint nearest the hand end and parallel with the finger. Did it on a tin for the recycling, finished cleaning the tin, unplugged the sink, rinsed the cut, wrapped a teatowel around it and applied pressure, got out the bandaids, put them on the bench, felt faint and fell down. Didn't lose consciousness this time, which is good because Bastard was asleep and the thump wouldn't have woken him. Every time I bend my finger the wound gapes, so it's securely bandaided with one of the large, not small, bandaids, which reduces mobility.
It might be adrenalin, it might be the level of dehydration. But I'm a little shocky right now, so I think I'll go have a cup of tea, and there'll be no more boxes of Stuff unpacked today. Pity. There's a box or two of roleplaying books that need to take their place on our new(est) bookshelves.
Why do I fall down for finger gashes and not other types of bleeding injuries? It's not blood loss, because I've had injuries that bled worse, and just got out the first aid skills and equipment, fixed it and kept going.
This is all in aid of a lovely cut on my right index finger, the joint nearest the hand end and parallel with the finger. Did it on a tin for the recycling, finished cleaning the tin, unplugged the sink, rinsed the cut, wrapped a teatowel around it and applied pressure, got out the bandaids, put them on the bench, felt faint and fell down. Didn't lose consciousness this time, which is good because Bastard was asleep and the thump wouldn't have woken him. Every time I bend my finger the wound gapes, so it's securely bandaided with one of the large, not small, bandaids, which reduces mobility.
It might be adrenalin, it might be the level of dehydration. But I'm a little shocky right now, so I think I'll go have a cup of tea, and there'll be no more boxes of Stuff unpacked today. Pity. There's a box or two of roleplaying books that need to take their place on our new(est) bookshelves.