I'm surprised I sliced myself so good. Of course, I was being careless by using a too-small cutting board, being in a hurry for no good reason, and cutting with my hands bent at an angle instead of cutting straight on. Having a background in medicine does not make me immune to the sight of blood, but hey, I used to look at autopsy pictures over lunch, so I don't consider myself squeamish. I think the shock and the pain, along with lifting up the top of my thumb like you lift the lid of a can you just opened, or like a man lifts his hat to tip it as a woman passes (ah, those medieval chivalrous times, if only...), made me pass out.
Why am I writing all of this? Well, I find it interesting; the scientist in me still surfaces and I find my physiological reactions worth noting. It all seemed to happen quickly, and at the same time, I can remember pieces in vivid slow motion, like coming to on the floor and seeing an orange object (a bag of Arm & Hammer baking soda) and green blinking lights. Or feeling sensations of pain and the location of my body creep up slowly as I regained consciousness. I'm the type that can remain calm in an emergency, and that still surprises me. I was calm, rational, and methodical the entire time. I can even now see myself cutting into my thumb and jerking the knife back quickly as it happened, before the pain even registered, I saw what I had done. A slower response and the tip of my thumb would be entirely gone. It still may fall off, we'll see.
After changing the bandage this morning, my thumb doesn't look to bad, though I still might lose the tip of it. I'll go to the store later and get a supply of bandages and antibacterial ointment and thumb rubbers; my greatest concern is that the cut remain uninfected. The second bandage wrapping was much better than the first, and I'm quite pleased with myself and the fact I have retained my nursing and EFR skills.
Perhaps I did hit my head pretty hard, because I find part of this situation amusing, and my roomie thinks that's a bit crazy. I find myself lucky in many ways that it wasn't worse: the top of my thumb is still on, I turned the stove burners off, I did not injure my eyeball, and I did not get a concussion. Oh, and I'm only in real pain when I touch my face or lower leg.
The Old Wives' Tale holds that bad events come in threes; well, this is #3, plus I've got three injuries, so I should be done for a while.
It doesn't help to miss work, but apparently I need to rest, or so my body says, so I will listen. This takes me out of certain exercises, but I can still study. Test on Monday!
Me and my thumb tip our hats to you. (See, I may have hit my head pretty hard after all! hehehe)