Una tarde en el hospital

I would call this a spot of both good and bad luck. I can't type much, but I've been getting complaints about not posting enough (which is funny because no one ever comments on any post, so I really didn't think anyone was reading this.), so here goes a recent update to explain why I can't really respond to your emails these days. Typing is a biiiit difficult with 7 fingers (I just learned last month I don't type with my pinkies).


On Wednesday I got home from school, went for a run and got home ready to make a quick lunch, take a shower, and head to an appointment with a vascular surgeon about 45 minutes away by two forms of public transportation. I was making a new dish, tomato puree with a fried egg cooked in it, and I was using tomato from a can. I am stupid and was scraping out the tomato with a knife and thought, "hey, my finger could do this too!" and I sliced along the middle knuckle of the right index finger. Blood all over my bathroom, iodine from one roommate, gauze from the other, and went to the hospital a half hour early (without washing my hair, though this was two days ago and I still haven't washed it...) to go the emergency room, Urgencias. They took one look at it and sent me into a room with a table and big light, brought the doctor in, he directed the nurses, and I ended up getting some local anesthetic and two little stitches with some BIG blue thread. Finished up there, with some other funny stories, but typing isn't easy, went upstairs a half hour late for my normal appointment where he told me I have to go to a rheumatologist, so I went upstairs and signed up for an appointment with that guy.


Finger still can't move without me feeling it tear open, end of it still feels asleep, and today I get to take the bandaid off to see what's underneath!


I also just read The Hunger Games (weird book, TERRIBLY written, but interesting story) and had very weird dreams last night about being in the Games but ours was set in a big diving well with offshoots, and I was underwater for really long periods of time. I blame loss-of-blood for how strange the dreams are.