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08 June 2008 @ 10:23 pm
From Les Semaines, June 8, 2008  
In Stitches

Okay, an actual entry—something I've been managing to avoid for lo these many long months. I'm not sure why.

What news, what news? Small news.

I was standing on the back deck in between rain showers watching Jim cut back bushes in the yard Friday afternoon, when his pruning shears attacked and he had to have five stitches in his left baby finger. They're bright blue. The Frankenfinger seems to be doing okay and isn't too painful but he has horse-sized antibiotics to take. We had a not-too-horrible wait at urgent care to have him seen to, and conveniently I could stop by the Clarion West office and we were near one of our favourite Thai restaurants and got dinner there, which reminded us why it's a favourite--so much better than any of the nearby ones.

Neither of us have ever had stitches before. For clumsy people, we're amazingly accident free. This just wouldn't stop bleeding, so we figured he was doomed to actually have to be see a medical professional and be sewn back together.

The rag he'd been holding around his finger came home in a bag marked "Biohazard." But we had to bring it home because it was one of our favourite rags, and you can't blame a rag for getting itself bled on.[1]

I also thank the pruning shears for attacking now, and not waiting until, say, Clarion West was in session and I had two hundred other things to be doing. I also thank them for not, say, hitting an artery and actually trying to snip the finger off. For flesh-eating, blood-thirsty shears, they were quite restrained.



Titus can't bear to look at the next picture.



Jim salutes the world with stitches.

Note:
1. Yes, I know I'm weird for having favourite rags. I like 100% cotton ones. And I only have a couple of these ones--they're 26 years old and were once my sister's eldest son's diapers. Soft, absorbent, all those good things.
 
 
 
marzipan pigmarzipan_pig on June 9th, 2008 05:37 am (UTC)
Maybe you should put that pic under a cut, it gave me shivers (and not in a good way). Poor Jim, I hope he gets better soon, and yow!
Neile Grahamneile on June 9th, 2008 06:46 pm (UTC)

Sorry! I was trusting it would be too small to squick anyone. My apologies.

Yeah, I should learn to use a cut.

Though if it were larger, you could see how electric blue the thread was that they used to sew it!
Kate Schaeferkate_schaefer on June 9th, 2008 03:02 pm (UTC)
I shuddered at the description, but the picture is just information. If it had been a picture of the vicious pruners snapping their teeth and dripping blood, or of the savaged finger before the stitches, it would have been harder for me to look at it.

Poor Jim! It's tragic when trusted tools go bad suddenly.
Ada Milenkovic Brown: Countess of Lovelaceaccordingto_ada on June 9th, 2008 03:32 pm (UTC)
I am soooo glad he's okay.

How are you going to get your favorite rag clean?
Neile Grahamneile on June 9th, 2008 06:47 pm (UTC)

It already has 26 years of stains on it, so I'm not too worried. Now it will be the gory one. "Oh, hon, pass me the gory rag." "Let the gory rag do it."

I realized today that it probably always should have been kept in a biohazard bag. It was a diaper after all.
morgan_x on June 9th, 2008 06:43 pm (UTC)
I have a lot of rags (my grandmother taught me this habit), but they are almost all holy socks removed from circulation, so there is no sentimentality.


Neile Grahamneile on June 9th, 2008 06:53 pm (UTC)

It's not exactly sentimentality, as embarrassingly enough I barely know this nephew (my sister's life was very complicated as he was growing up and by the time he was a person I could get to know, I never saw him).

It's just that these are the Best Rags Ever. Even better than old flannel nightgowns because they come with finished edges.

I'm big on rags because I hate using paper towels. It goes against the grain to use things and throw them out, though now I have Swiffers for floor washing and dusting...it still feels wrong. Maybe I should wrap the Swiffers in rags instead of their inserts. My Mom talked me into the Swiffers, and even bought me the dusting ones.