I pulled into the garage and got out of the car. Maybe I should say that I got most of myself out of the car. Somehow, I misjudged and 2 fingers of my right hand were slammed in the car door. In the split second that it took the pain to register, my brain was also thinking, "Holy Cow! My fingers are shut in the door!" I opened the door and got my fingers out and let me tell you, the pain was among the most intense pain I have EVER felt in my life.
I somehow made it inside and to the kitchen sink. I turned on the water to start rinsing my fingers. I was trying to reach for the paper towels and I started to feel intensely like I would pass out. Amazing how quick it happened. I bent my knees and hung my head down, thinking it would pass. I remember thinking I should go to the kitchen table and sit. That's the last thing I remember, until I was crashing into a wooden railing that separates the kitchen from family room. I passed out and on the way down, I did battle with a wooden chair. It won.
I badly scraped my forearm, bruised my head, cheek, thigh, hand and who knows what else. I even broke my glasses. My head was just swimming as I tried to sit up and I was realizing that I needed to get Jadyn from the bus immediately. I rose and had the sense to call my neighbor next door to see if she could step out and get Jadyn. Of course, there was no answer. Isn't that how it always works? I realized that I would have to somehow get out to the driveway so the bus driver would release Jadyn from 4 houses down. I made it out there and got her.
We came inside and I told her what happened. I was so afraid she would be freaked out at the sight of my finger and hearing about what I'd done. She was so calm and helpful! I tried to call a friend, and there was no answer. Next I called Alan and he was on a walk a lunch time. He was able to come get us and take me to the minor emergency clinic.
The great news is that I had no broken bones, and I only needed stitches. Thank goodness for that. Getting stitches was not fun, but very minor compared with fingers in a car door. It is now 3 days later and I am doing much better. I've had pain during the last several days, but it's almost nil now. Fingers are swollen and the middle one looks, let's say...quite colorful. I feel they look amazingly good considering what I did to them. I am thankful things actually turned out so well.
The moral of the story? Make sure that your hands and all body parts have exited the vehicle before you slam it's door. ALWAYS take it seriously when you feel you might faint. Stop, drop, and sit, or the results are not pretty.
That is my crazy, no good, very bad Tuesday.
Here's a picture of me, with my bandaged hand. Notice that my middle finger has the huge bandage. You would not believe how much grief I've heard about my middle finger and the inappropriateness of that. Oh my.