A girl obsessed

So there I was. Just a normal Saturday. I was making a huge pot of gumbo with the world's best recipe. I'm almost done, I throw the tomatoes in the pot and as I go to throw the cans away I manage to slice my pinky on the can lid. Not just any old cut, a big bleeding one, an "oh my goodness I'm gonna need stitches one". I wrap my hand in a washcloth and tell my husband I need to go to the E.R. He doesn't believe me. He wants to see the cut. So I stand up and hold my hand behind my back so he can see it and I can't. As soon as he took the pressure off my finger I got light headed and dizzy. He agreed it needed stitches. I felt like throwing up so I sat down on the steps. Then I fainted. It was surreal. I feel into a dream, a dizzy disoriented dream filled with despair. It was powerful and overwhelming. I can't remember any of the specifics, I just remember how I felt. When I came too I didn't even know where I was, I thought we were living in the old house. I don't remember but The Greatest claims I punched him when I came too. I just remember being relieved that I was out of the dream. Then I fainted again. I fell back into the dream but it wasn't as bad this time. I don't know because I was unconscious but I guess I had a small siezure when I fainted the second time. When I came too I knew where I was and what had happened. The Greatest was pale as can be and yelling at me to lay still on my back. I must have really worried him. We then went to the E.R. where three hours later they gave me five stitches and a tetnus shot.



That's as close to a picture of my stitches as you're going to get. I didn't look at my cut. I didn't watch as they stitched me. I didn't look at my stitches when they were done, and I didn't look as they bandaged me up. With any luck I'll be able to avoid looking at my finger until the stitches come out and all I have left is a scar.

And look at this piece of stupidity



They put a cotton ball over where they gave me the shot, then use a piece of clear duct tape to hold it in place. Talk about adding insult to injury.

So Sunday my finger hurts. I keep jamming it on stuff. Bird keeps grabbing it. You would think that in my incapacitated state I would take some time off from knitting. But no I sat around all day knitting. It kept my finger up and out of trouble. I really need professional help. But I'm almost done with Clapotis, I'm on the decrease rows. I just couldn't stop. I always thought I could quit any time I wanted. But I couldn't stop. Isn't admitting you have a problem the first step to recovery?