08 March 2006
Turning over a new leaf.
Writing something I am grateful for everyday. Go ahead, I know you want to, too.
I accidentally nudged a CRT monitor onto my finger this morning. I was kind of in shock after I noticed, because I'd thought it'd merely pinched my finger, not gashed the skin. When the blood finally caught my eye, I just kept thinking, okay, I have to get this computer downstairs, and then we'll see.
Two of my coworker/superiors were downstairs and gasped when they saw the cut. Went into immediate action, getting the first aid kit, asking me if I was okay, as I stood there, stupidly still. Woodley's hand was shaking as he bandaged the cut.
The band-aid soon began to soak through, and I mainly felt numb and nonchalant about it on my outer layer while my inner layer whispered treacherous thoughts like: maybe the nerve was severed and you'll never feel anything again with that finger. Woodley and Yani helped wrap gauze around it this time, and I kept pressure on it. Meanwhile, the other student workers are coming in and showing their concern for my health.
After the hour elapsed which Woodley and I had agreed on as the waiting period, to see if the blood would stop, I took off the gauze. The wound was blue, bright electric blue, under the skin. I freaked out at that point. They told me to go to the health center, and I did, with some amount of trepidation. What if the blue was my vein?
Once I got to the health center, the receptionist had a doctor take a quick look. She examined my finger quickly and said I was fine, the blue was just the clotting. I was so relieved, I couldn't tell you.
Then I faced a dilemma: I only had a half hour left at work. Should I skip out? Or go back?
Of course, I went back, because before I'd left, they'd been so concerned, telling me to call them after I saw a doctor. I returned, and everyone shared my relief. Everyone was extremely kind, sharing their own gruesome stories (Gus talked about catching his knee on a nail, Woodley about a bicycle pedal without the pedal boring into his calf). All in all, it was a rather morbidly festive day at work.
So that is what I'm grateful for today: good people as coworkers.
Writing something I am grateful for everyday. Go ahead, I know you want to, too.
I accidentally nudged a CRT monitor onto my finger this morning. I was kind of in shock after I noticed, because I'd thought it'd merely pinched my finger, not gashed the skin. When the blood finally caught my eye, I just kept thinking, okay, I have to get this computer downstairs, and then we'll see.
Two of my coworker/superiors were downstairs and gasped when they saw the cut. Went into immediate action, getting the first aid kit, asking me if I was okay, as I stood there, stupidly still. Woodley's hand was shaking as he bandaged the cut.
The band-aid soon began to soak through, and I mainly felt numb and nonchalant about it on my outer layer while my inner layer whispered treacherous thoughts like: maybe the nerve was severed and you'll never feel anything again with that finger. Woodley and Yani helped wrap gauze around it this time, and I kept pressure on it. Meanwhile, the other student workers are coming in and showing their concern for my health.
After the hour elapsed which Woodley and I had agreed on as the waiting period, to see if the blood would stop, I took off the gauze. The wound was blue, bright electric blue, under the skin. I freaked out at that point. They told me to go to the health center, and I did, with some amount of trepidation. What if the blue was my vein?
Once I got to the health center, the receptionist had a doctor take a quick look. She examined my finger quickly and said I was fine, the blue was just the clotting. I was so relieved, I couldn't tell you.
Then I faced a dilemma: I only had a half hour left at work. Should I skip out? Or go back?
Of course, I went back, because before I'd left, they'd been so concerned, telling me to call them after I saw a doctor. I returned, and everyone shared my relief. Everyone was extremely kind, sharing their own gruesome stories (Gus talked about catching his knee on a nail, Woodley about a bicycle pedal without the pedal boring into his calf). All in all, it was a rather morbidly festive day at work.
So that is what I'm grateful for today: good people as coworkers.