A Nurse’s Story
Sharp knives are not always a good thing. Chopping large amounts of leak requires considerable leverage and in doing just that not so long ago, I cleanly removed the tip of my finger. Such a shock to see a clean slice of finger lying on the chopping board next to a bunch of neatly sliced leak. Try to put that piece back on top of your bleeding finger and it’s not so easy. Try to do this and not faint is not so easy either. Tournique your stump, wait half an hour, stick the bit back on, tape it up, strap it tight, add some ice, take some pain relief, go to bed and wait till morning.
Surgery opens early, and Dr Hodgkinson thinks he might be able to put it back together. So long as its a clean slice he says. Oh it’s a very clean slice I say. Sharp knife means clean slice. I’ve always kept away from Darryl’s knife though. No plastic surgery for me please. However, on this one occasion we can make an exception to the rule. I am desperate to repair my finger. Can’t bear the thought of not having the tip on top.
So I sit and watch the master at work. A bloody mess. But bit by bit he sews it back on. 12 tiny stitches.
Weeks later it looks a mess. All black and we wonder if it will take. More weeks later and a cap falls off the top, leaving a pink tip underneath. Months later, the finger tip is perfect. A closer look reveals a tiny line where the sutures were. Otherwise it’s perfect.
Maybe I might go for some plastic surgery after all?
A DBDS Recovery Nurse