Cut my right index finger quite badly in a workplace accident this morning, could tell right off I wasn't going to fix this one using my beloved butterfly closures. This was just hours after getting a good weather report for a scheduled range trip Sunday with my old shooting buddy.
I think I did pretty good, immediately checked out the wound and applied pressure with my thumb. Reported to the boss, as required, and he immediately regretted asking for a better look, lol.
Got to the clinic and the poor nurse was queasier than I was, had to manipulate my finger to get it into the little irrigation tray. You'd think a kid with that many tats wouldn't be that way, lol. PA who did the sutures was a sweet girl, she and her husband are shooters and I showed her my latest SAA acquisition pics on my I-phone. We talked about the Cabelas rewards for a bit while she started work. Must admit I faded out while she was putting in the Lidocaine, I wasn't aware of that much pain but she was on her toes and stopped to let me catch my breath. Noticed I was soaking wet with sweat and decided my mind was doing a good job of blocking pain. She mentioned "fight or flight" response and as a veteran of more than a few fights I reluctantly agreed. On occasion I have "shut down" after a strenuous fight. Stitches were uncomfortable, to say the least, but my new friend got me thru it. Most of the cut she was able to tape and Dermabond closed, thank goodness.
E-mailed pics to my shooting buddy before the poor little nurse made a poor attempt at bandaging. Poor kid couldn't even tear tape and I was too spent to draw my knife with my offhand, lol. Probably would have been a bad idea, lol. Nice doc sent me home, gave my employer instructions that I wasn't to return to work until Monday. I can't take most pain meds but Advil is doing nicely. I was covering for another guy this week and put off most of my admin chores, next week is going to be a bear. Oh, well.
Good news, I shoot pretty well with either hand. I have a new-to-me Uberti/Cimarron .45 Colt that is begging for a range trip with a box of BP loads. I just can't picture cleaning my new treasure using one hand so I told Graham I'd tag along and spot for him with his new rifle. He's offered to clean my revolver but I think he just wants to fondle her, may even let him shoot her. We'll see.
Movie marathon, my house, next four days! Actually have tons of work to do on my mom's estate but I can dream, right?