For the first time in nearly 38 years, I've had my first visit to the emergency room!
Actually, that's not quite true. I've taken my kids one time each, and the Captain has had a few trips since we've known each other. But taking myself there was a new one.
I was slicing bread, preparing for a busy day and managed to somehow slice, with quite a bit of force, into my wedding ring finger. I knew immediately it was going to need medical attention.
Going to a rural emergency room is so different from going to a city one. I was in an out in 20 minutes and I had 2 nurses and a doctor hovering over my pathetic little cut finger. The doc actually decided not to stitch because the whole thing was awkwardly placed, would leave a nastier scar, and the anatomy of the injury made it possible for the skin to be put back in the right place and taped back together, so they put a tight, bulky dressing on instead. Here's what that looked like (sorry for the poor picture quality. Next time I'll snap it outside):
I've now progressed to oversized band aids, thank heavens. The dressing was a massive pain, since I wasn't allowed to get it wet. Plus, I kept spilling coffee on it. I'd show you my actual finger, but it still looks really gory and I don't want my blog to become known for its gross-out posts.
And on another topic, does anyone else love Dollarama as much as I do (for my American friends, it's similar in dollar-store quality to your Dollar Tree stores, but maybe even a little nicer)? I've noticed a few of the stylish people I know (and by "know", I mean that I follow their blogs) are even getting some of their jewellery there. Firstborn is already bored stiff at home every day, so I went in looking for a few cheap activities to keep him occupied. Yesterday, we made this wood dinosaur model together and he painted it:
I also got him some markers, a puzzle book and an art canvas with a brush and acrylic paints. It seems that for kids, art is a lot more fun if they're using "professional" supplies. The fact that I can get them at the dollar store means he can paint away to his heart's content and I don't have to worry about us having our house repossessed. This, however, does not mean that he's off the hook for buying us a retirement condo in Florida in a few years.
I hope everyone's enjoying summer. T-minus one week to our first family Staycation! Stay tuned!