Oh, OK, I'll just tell you. You'd never guess.
I went to the emergency room. Well, all most. My local hospital has an urgent care center that is attached to the ER and when I went in they asked me if I wanted to be seen in the ER or in the urgent care and I ended up choosing urgent care. But that was awfully close to going to the ER.
See, yesterday afternoon I accidentally sliced open my thumb on the blade of my food processor when I was putting it away. To me, it looked borderline - like maybe it needed stitches, maybe not. Like it could go either way. I put a bandage on it and didn't worry. That was about 4:00 pm.
About 8:00 pm, I removed the bandage. As soon as I did, the cut started bleeding again. It was still gaping open. I figured that meant it needed stitches after all.
And stitches meant going to the ER.
I thought about it for a little bit. I could think of many, many reasons not to go. All the same reasons I didn't go when I accidentally cut my finger while chopping onions last summer. But I could think of many reasons to go, as well. Beyond the obvious medical reasons, I thought that if I was able to go and if I had a positive experience, that would be a really good thing for me. And I'd been to my local hospital for lab work and I felt good about those experiences. Staff always seemed nice and respectful and stuff. So I decided not to think too much about all the reasons not to go and all the ways it could go wrong, but just to go. And I went.
And it turned OK. More than OK, really. It was, in fact, a good experience.
They asked if I wanted to be seen in the ER or the urgent care and I said urgent care would be fine as long as they could do stitches there. Turned out the nurse practitioner didn't think I needed stitches, though, she thought steri-strips would be sufficient. Which means I didn't really need to go in after all. But since I was there, the NP wanted to clean and dress my thumb. Why is it that when you have a little wound on one digit, you end up with a bandage that looks like your hand was almost amputated?
Isaac slept through most of the visit. He said it was past his bedtime. He drooled a little puddle on the floor.