Please, Don’t Give Me the Finger!
A few weeks ago, what seemed like a minor accident almost turned into something pretty major.
For one fateful moment, I looked the wrong way, got distracted and got my baby finger caught in the hinge side of my front door. I was so shocked that for a moment I could not seem to move the door so that I could release my trapped finger.
In the blink of an eye, I had ripped a significant piece of skin from my finger, and I momentarily panicked as I wondered if I would in fact lose this finger altogether. The pain was excruciating, and the blood seemed like it would never stop flowing.
My face went white as a sheet, and I began to break out into a sweat. Luckily, a couple of neighbours were around and were kind enough to come in and assist me, not to mention calm me down. After I had settled down and got the bleeding under control, I actually felt nauseous. I think the experience was more traumatic than anything else.
I imagined all sorts of horrible outcomes, the worst of which being that I would lose my finger. I wondered if, at the very least, I would have nerve damage or loss of the use of the finger;
I was angry with myself for letting this happen. I could have easily avoided it. I used to laugh when my dad would say “There’s no such thing as being too careful!” While I am certainly not suggesting that we all live in fear, now I think my dad is right!
After the incident, and several band-aids later, I marvelled at how much pain, not to mention trauma, can come from such a small part of the body. The tiniest injury altered some of my day to day activities while I waited for the healing to begin.
It took several days for the wound to close and for the swelling of the tip of my finger to go down. I had to curtail using upper body weights at the gym for nearly two weeks. I also found it more difficult to write, and learned to use my keyboard without my little finger for several days. On the bright side, it did give me an excuse to put cleaning and other household chores on hold.
I have a new appreciation for this little appendage, and I am grateful that it is still attached to me. I have proudly shown it off to friends and family and watched the horror on their faces. I assured them that this is nothing – imagine how they would have reacted if they had seen it when it first happened!
I’m pretty sure I will have a scar when this little finger is finally completely healed, but that is fine with me. At least I did not lose a body part, and the scar will serve as a reminder for me to be more careful in the future.
I am lucky nothing worse happened to me, but it was a warning to me to not walk around with my head in the clouds, or take things for granted when it comes to my safety.
From now on, instead of falling victim to a needless accident, I plan to just give it the finger! But just in case, I better make sure I am always stocked up on band-aids.♦
Copyright © by Andrea Freedman 2014