I once went to a Pampered Chef party where we had to prepare foods using some of the tools sold by Pampered Chef. One of those tools was the Mandolin Slicer. This is a great kitchen tool when used properly. Just minutes into the use of these tools I watched a woman cut part of her finger off with the Mandolin Slicer. They had to rush her to the minor emergency. I said “Wow, how on earth could she have done that“, pretty much implying that nothing like that could ever happen to me. I may have said a few other things too…
So I have this Mandolin Slicer that I got not too long ago and I love it! I use it all the time to prepare my raw meals. It is such a time saver. Yesterday was my Raw Foods Meetup, so I was preparing a dish to take.
A dish with a little raw flesh and fingernail.
Yup, turns out something like that would happen to me and it most certainly did! Karma for me talking crap. I had this brilliant idea that I could cut asparagus. I would just hold the stalk and slice it down as far as I could. I didn’t count on that stalk bending and throwing my finger through the slicer. Not once, but twice before I even realized what had happened.
The blood…oh lord the blood! I was dizzy, I was nauseous. How come no one was calling 911?? Then came the pain! Now lucky me, having RSD means that I not only had pain in that finger, but pain pretty much everywhere. Intense pain. All the rest of my fingers felt like someone had taken a hammer to them. It was nerve/brain confused pain party!
Jeremy just so happened to be 2 hours away in the middle of a lake. I had the truck, but there was no way I could drive because I was losing quite a bit of blood and had to keep pressure on. Thankfully my daughter Morgan kept her cool. She called the J-man’s granny and told her that I needed to go to the hospital because I had cut my finger off. Ha! So here she comes to take me to the hospital thinking I had cut the whole darn thing off. Poor woman was covered head to toe in paint. I guess we caught her at a bad time.
We went to the same ER that kicked me to the curb when I was dying. I know, stupid move. They get us back there and I am still bleeding, but the gauze I was holding is sticking to where my fingertip and nail used to be. The nurse starts to pull it off and every pain sensor in my body went into total overload and I grabbed that woman. Yes, I put my hand on her and prevented her from doing it anymore. It hurt so so bad. She didn’t care. Not one bit. Jeremy’s granny asked them several times if they were going to give me anything for pain. We told them I had RSD. They didn’t care.
She tore it off and I cried. I couldn’t help it. I had blood on my hands, my face and smeared across my eyes…
It kept bleeding, she gave me a huge stack of gauze that I soaked through in less than a few minutes. Finally another nurse came in and applied some special thing to make it clot and immediately wrapped it all up. They gave me one Hydro-codone a Tetanus shot and sent me on my way. You would think they could have written me a script for a few to get me through until my doctors appointment on Tuesday. They could have, but they didn’t.
I think when people hear that you have a chronic pain condition that they automatically think you are a pill seeker. Funny thing is, I could have been on pills for years, but I refused them. Now I am to the point where I need them some days, but don’t have them because I have been waiting to get into to see the doctor that took over my doctors practice.
Thankfully my appointment is tomorrow. The contraption on my finger is supposed to be taken off tomorrow as well. I’m going to see if they will do it while I am there at the office. I’m scared. I don’t want to see the deformity right now. I don’t want it to bleed again.
I didn’t sleep last night. The pain is out of control. My entire arm is a throbbing mess. It sucks.