Wow, a lot has happened since I last wrote on here. My last post was about getting ready to go out. Just after writing that I decided to wash some pots whilst my dinner was cooking. DISASTER STRIKES! Whilst washing, a glass breaks in the sink and slices into the back of my hand - nooooo! It looked pretty gross, I could see bone and a vein - ugh. So I grab a tea towel to cover it and stagger upstairs shouting for housemate E for help. She looks at it and looks after me whilst i'm trying not to faint. After some deliberation we decide I don't need A&E just some plasters to stick the flap of skin down. It's hurting like a bastard by this point and I'm thinking i probably can't go out now.
An hour later and I think "sod it, i'm bloody well going out". The wound is killing me but housemates strap a rubber glove to my hand so i can go wash my hair without getting it wet. The next 2 hours of getting ready is super painful, The cut is near my knuckle on my right hand (i'm right handed) so when it bends it really hurts. Applying eyeliner is the most painful part of getting ready. along with trying to straighten my hair. This is when i decide i need alcohol to numb the pain. Vodka here i come! Got pretty pissed by the time we left the house. Had a wicked night out, can't actually remember what i danced to but hey! Managed to stay until the end even with my mis-shapen hand.
The next day it really hurt and a week on its still painful to do some stuff like carry heavy things or twist off bottle tops!
When i got home the boyf tended to me, cleaned it up and managed to make the flap of skin stick down. I'm going to have an ugly scar though.
I think i may have a phobia of washing the pots now.....