The Deep Cut - a rare post from Terry
Its very rare for me to post an entry on Jill's blog but she cant type too well at the moment!
It all started with a text from Jill while I was working in Swindon on Tuesday afternoon. "I've cut my finger, in casualty but fine". So I headed back to Cardiff to locate my stricken wife, thinking - 'well its not good but a few stitches, a big plaster and she'll be on her way'.
Unfortunately, it turned out that she had cut her finger very deeply, taken out a few nerves, an artery and possibly a tendon. She would need micro surgery first thing in the morning....and oh, the nearest facility is in Swansea! Crikey as Steve Irwin would say!
I did brave a look at the cut and it wasn't pretty - although I did feel a pang of jealously - there does seem to be a strange glory in minor injuries! Maybe that's just a man thing.
So they patched Jill up and we were back home at about 9pm. The bedroom, where the cutting incident took place, looked like a scene from Chainsaw Massacre.
We arrived bleary eyed at Morriston Hospital at 8:15 the next morning, located the scary sounding 'Plastics & Burns' unit (no mention of cuts there) and checked in. 3 nurses, 2 doctors, 1 tetanus jab later and Jill was assigned a bed to wait to be called for the op (Jill's first!).
She would need a general anesthetic, the full works. We had to wait ages (having been bumped by more urgent cases a few times) and I did loads of pacing (hate waiting), took 4 trips to the dining hall and chatted to the nice old ladies across the way who all seemed to have suffered burns to their legs from getting in hot baths (must watch that one when I'm older!).
The time for the op finally came at 3pm and Jill beckoned me to follow. As we headed for the yellow theatre doors I imagined I would have to watch the whole thing and had visions of the opening sequence to Quincy QC. Luckily, my job was done and I turned back to the ward to read some more womens magazines.
The op took one and half hours and seemed to be a success. Jill had to stay in overnight so I picked her up this morning. She now sports a rather large left hand and forearm, cast in plaster (havent been tempted to sign it yet). This stays for 2 weeks before being sawn off and then Jill's finger needs intensive physiotherapy with it own trainer. And we're in the middle of moving house - guess who's definitely doing all the hard work now!
And all this because Jill was trying to pull something out of an old tankard which then shattered - the offending glass still stares with menace across the bedroom!
I'll be looking after Jill over the coming weeks and I really hope she gets better soon - she's looking a bit sorry for herself in a biglefthanded sort of way. I'm sure she would appreciate lots of get well comments!
Until the next time Jill decides to chop a finger off.
Terry
It all started with a text from Jill while I was working in Swindon on Tuesday afternoon. "I've cut my finger, in casualty but fine". So I headed back to Cardiff to locate my stricken wife, thinking - 'well its not good but a few stitches, a big plaster and she'll be on her way'.
Unfortunately, it turned out that she had cut her finger very deeply, taken out a few nerves, an artery and possibly a tendon. She would need micro surgery first thing in the morning....and oh, the nearest facility is in Swansea! Crikey as Steve Irwin would say!
I did brave a look at the cut and it wasn't pretty - although I did feel a pang of jealously - there does seem to be a strange glory in minor injuries! Maybe that's just a man thing.
So they patched Jill up and we were back home at about 9pm. The bedroom, where the cutting incident took place, looked like a scene from Chainsaw Massacre.
We arrived bleary eyed at Morriston Hospital at 8:15 the next morning, located the scary sounding 'Plastics & Burns' unit (no mention of cuts there) and checked in. 3 nurses, 2 doctors, 1 tetanus jab later and Jill was assigned a bed to wait to be called for the op (Jill's first!).
She would need a general anesthetic, the full works. We had to wait ages (having been bumped by more urgent cases a few times) and I did loads of pacing (hate waiting), took 4 trips to the dining hall and chatted to the nice old ladies across the way who all seemed to have suffered burns to their legs from getting in hot baths (must watch that one when I'm older!).
The time for the op finally came at 3pm and Jill beckoned me to follow. As we headed for the yellow theatre doors I imagined I would have to watch the whole thing and had visions of the opening sequence to Quincy QC. Luckily, my job was done and I turned back to the ward to read some more womens magazines.
The op took one and half hours and seemed to be a success. Jill had to stay in overnight so I picked her up this morning. She now sports a rather large left hand and forearm, cast in plaster (havent been tempted to sign it yet). This stays for 2 weeks before being sawn off and then Jill's finger needs intensive physiotherapy with it own trainer. And we're in the middle of moving house - guess who's definitely doing all the hard work now!
And all this because Jill was trying to pull something out of an old tankard which then shattered - the offending glass still stares with menace across the bedroom!
I'll be looking after Jill over the coming weeks and I really hope she gets better soon - she's looking a bit sorry for herself in a biglefthanded sort of way. I'm sure she would appreciate lots of get well comments!
Until the next time Jill decides to chop a finger off.
Terry
posted by Jill at 10:16 pm
3 Comments:
Awwww Jill mate - hope you get well soon. Would have been a bit more Stephen King like if you had chopped it right off and it crawled away from you as you tried to pick it up, but still an injury to be proud of no less. Do you get your own Finger Physio Trainer?
Wow, Jill! I'm a faithful follower of your life-on-blog (having bumped into it several months ago. Love the pics and everything!), but now I feel the need to write. Remember there's a 50 year-old chap in Oregon wishing you well.---I'm curious: does your Wilson look at you puzzled now? (by the way, my last name is Wilson!)
what a spooky week.. you with your exploding tankard and me with my exploding window !! its been a wierd start to 2006 all sorts of goings on..well jill at least you have great excuse to only supervise your move..come on boys lift that sofa down a bit etc.
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