Munchie's first ambulance ride and a broken momma.

I am on a roll of not updating often again. Only this time I have a really good excuse: It is hard to type a bunch of words with one hand. Don't get me wrong I can do it, and I am fast but not enough so that I could update this.

A couple of weeks ago I took our dog Oskar out to the bathroom. When he was done I went to shut our door and my hand slipped off the center wood piece and went straight through the window. The place we rent was built in 1913 and our front door sticks really bad and is hard to shut. To my knowledge it is the original door. So super thin glass.

As you can imagine my first reaction was "Oh F*CK!" Literally, first words out of my mouth. Proceeded by a recurring line of oh shits. I immediately applied pressure regardless of the potential for glass being in and ran inside to call 911. Luckily munchie was in his room so I didn't have to worry about him getting glass on him.

Since we live just down the road from the rescue garage it was literally two minutes after my call that the paramedics accompanied by local police showed up at our door. Within seconds I was surrounded by seven people asking me if I was okay, if there were anyone else in the house, how I cut my arm, if I had hurt myself, if someone had hurt me. After the questions they took a peek and of course sent me straight to the hospital, also just down the road so I could get some stitches.

So munchie got to take his very first ambulance ride. He was in awe of the flashing lights and siren and the little bear they gave him for taking a ride. He was his normal calm self and when we got to the hospital he was flirting with all the nurses like usual. I had to call some friends to pull my hubby from work so he would know what was going on.

I wish I had a picture of what the wound looked like, it was gnarly but that was not on my mind at the time. In all I cut deep enough that bone and tendon were exposed. I had several bleeders that wouldn't stop and some tendon damage. When all was said and done I ended up with about two dozen stitches. Ten on top to gather the skin and the rest underneath.

I have lost a bit of range of motion and though I got my stitches out, they added some liquid stitches and steri-strips to hold it together for a few more days as the one part wasn't quite healed up enough. I will have to do some physical therapy and as of right now it is hard to tell just how much I will regain the use of my wrist. The good thing is I didn't hit the vein and aside from the gnarly scar I am going to have it is not as bad as it could have been.

So here is to a little more gap in my updates until I am fully healed and can function. Because you better believe I hired a housekeeper to do the cleaning since I can't do anything and the husband has been in charge of dinners. :-D I am kind of liking this "vacation."