I was planning on writing a "Happy New Year's" post to you faithful readers since I haven't posted in forever, but today my life took a turn for the interesting (for once) so I'll inform you of that instead.
I was sitting at my computer earlier today when I heard my mom scream in the kitchen. She was crying and yelling that she had cut the top of her thumb off, so I ran in to help her. She had her thumb in the sink so I couldn't see the blood, but I could tell she a. thankfully did not completely sever her thumb; b. was completely and totally flipping out; and c. needed to be driven to the ER.
She was crying so much she couldn't even tell me where it was (yes, I probably should know where the closest ER is. But the only time I've been was when I was 3, and I definitely wasn't driving then). After calmly but forcefully telling her to get in the car, I managed to get to the ER without incident while she blubbered directions to me.
When we got there we waited a few minutes for a nurse to come out and get her. She was still crying and obviously in a lot of pain. I felt weirdly calm, despite the giant knot that tightened in my stomach. I honestly don't know how i was able to be that calm; maybe it was my mom was freaking out so much I felt I needed to be the exact opposite.
The nurse finally came and brought us into a back room. The doctor told us she would need stitches, and that she should get a tetanus shot. I texted some of my mom's closest friends to tell them what was going on. Most of them responded immediately, asking if we were okay and if I needed their help in any way. I told them that my mom was hanging in there and that I was fine. If I had been honest I would've said that I wasn't sure how I felt.
The doctor stitched up her thumb, which I actually watched. I am NOT a needles person, nor do I like looking at bloody/gross injuries, so i surprised myself when I watched him sew up her skin like a hole in a shirt. It was a strange image to say the least, and I am now perfectly sound with my choice to not go into med school.
Anyway we got home and mom had calmed down by then. The doctor had numbed her thumb, so at the moment she was fine since she felt no pain. My dad and all my mom's friends commended me for being so calm, getting my mom to the ER and sitting with her while she was stitched up. To be honest I was pretty proud of myself too, but it felt like the natural reaction to me. Running the risk of sounding bitchy, I was actually annoyed when my mom freaked out. In a situation like that, it's important to think logically and rationally, and she wasn't doing that. Now obviously I've never Nearly-Headless Nick'ed my thumb, so I can't say I would necessarily act differently than her in that situation. Nevertheless, I'm glad she's okay and everything worked out.
Now I'm going to go watch Netflix with my best friend and nurse the headache this stressful day has given me. I told everyone I felt fine, but really I'm stretched a little thin emotionally right now. Time to drown my feelings in ice cream.
Au revior, mes amies. And a Happy 2013 to you all!
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