A storm in a teacup
Thanks so much to everyone who commented on my last post. Rather than reply to you each saying much the same thing, here an update.
Cyclone Lusi, despite the scaremongering on the news for the last few days and even last night, wasn't at all bad here in Auckland. There was only a third the expected rainfall and we've experienced stronger winds, though Greg said that when he went out for Indian tonight and started to open the car door, the wind almost sucked the door out of his grip. A friend once had her car door damaged and almost ripped off like that. It's still windy tonight but really, despite some trees down, it's a fairly standard storm and steadily getting weaker.
As for my finger, I half cut the top off and it started bleeding copiously again when I changed the sticking plaster last night. I put a really tight one on and it was OK today at the gym (though I didn't do the biceps pull-down) and salon, but I wasn't happy about it so I went to the local White Cross medical centre. The triage nurse said that mandolins should be banned (though I've had that thing at least 12 years and this is the first accident). The doctor said I should have come in last night but that it should heal up nicely.
Then another nurse gave me a tetanus shot and cleaned the finger and put a huge, intricate, bulbous dressing on it (Greg says it looks like the end of a ray gun), chatting away all the time about what she was doing. She had a button reading "Not all autistic people are quiet. Some can't stop talking." I asked her if she knew someone autistic, and she said, "Me, but Asperger's to be exact." We had a chat about obsessions; I admitted to fandom, and she said hers was wound management - and she did a bloody (umm...) good job too so it's more useful than mine. Then we talked about how pedantic we both get about word use and grammar, and she said she once refused to go to a nurses' party because the invitation read "Your invited". A woman after my own heart, says the one who has sometimes corrected signs in passing.
I have to go back on Monday for a new dressing (I hope I get the same nurse), but I now feel much happier about the whole thing. I'm also buying a kevlar glove for future kitchen chopping and slicing - thanks for the suggestion,
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Thanks again for your concern, lovely people.
Cyclone Lusi, despite the scaremongering on the news for the last few days and even last night, wasn't at all bad here in Auckland. There was only a third the expected rainfall and we've experienced stronger winds, though Greg said that when he went out for Indian tonight and started to open the car door, the wind almost sucked the door out of his grip. A friend once had her car door damaged and almost ripped off like that. It's still windy tonight but really, despite some trees down, it's a fairly standard storm and steadily getting weaker.
As for my finger, I half cut the top off and it started bleeding copiously again when I changed the sticking plaster last night. I put a really tight one on and it was OK today at the gym (though I didn't do the biceps pull-down) and salon, but I wasn't happy about it so I went to the local White Cross medical centre. The triage nurse said that mandolins should be banned (though I've had that thing at least 12 years and this is the first accident). The doctor said I should have come in last night but that it should heal up nicely.
Then another nurse gave me a tetanus shot and cleaned the finger and put a huge, intricate, bulbous dressing on it (Greg says it looks like the end of a ray gun), chatting away all the time about what she was doing. She had a button reading "Not all autistic people are quiet. Some can't stop talking." I asked her if she knew someone autistic, and she said, "Me, but Asperger's to be exact." We had a chat about obsessions; I admitted to fandom, and she said hers was wound management - and she did a bloody (umm...) good job too so it's more useful than mine. Then we talked about how pedantic we both get about word use and grammar, and she said she once refused to go to a nurses' party because the invitation read "Your invited". A woman after my own heart, says the one who has sometimes corrected signs in passing.
I have to go back on Monday for a new dressing (I hope I get the same nurse), but I now feel much happier about the whole thing. I'm also buying a kevlar glove for future kitchen chopping and slicing - thanks for the suggestion,
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Thanks again for your concern, lovely people.
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And this story proves that the difference between "Disability" and "Asset" depends more on the environment than the individual. If there's anyone you'd want to have obsessive focus on detail, it would be a wound care nurse. :-)
Glad things are coming together, overall, instead of falling apart.
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I've decided on greater safety precautions in future though, like the cut-resistant glove.
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I hope things go well with your finger. Losing the use of a digit gets so frustrating after a while.
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The finger is fine unless I knock the end. I can't type with it but mainly because it would take out two keys at once; mousing is OK as the pressure's light and not on the injury.
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A friend in Florida with several cats said that they were always fine in hurricanes as they knew where to hide.
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Another endearing obsession she had was with purple: her stethoscope, watch, scissors, anything that could be, were bright purple. She showed me some dark blue scissors she'd ordered, still in their cellophane, that she's sending back because they're not the purple they were described as. I totally agree. They were navy.
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Glad you got that finger properly looked at. Hope it heals soon.
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The city lost trees and 7,000 houses lost power, but that's not the disaster they were leading us to expect.
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Then we talked about how pedantic we both get about word use and grammar...
I've never understand how there can be people who don't get pedantic about them. :)
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We got the edge of Lusi, she's causing a little more damage further south but she's nowhere near the monster they were predicting.
And I'm very relieved about both.
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My mother had one of those slicers -- we didn't know it was called a mandolin. We had some pet name for it, along the lines of the Finger Guillotine or the Ninja Finger Slicer. I think the modern ones have some kind of guard on the blade to save future fingers, but ours sure didn't!
Mom loved it, even when it bit her . . .
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I have no idea what I did this time. I've had it for ages without a mishap.
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It's a bastard taking showers with a surgical glove taped around the wrist. Last time I got a tiny fold and some water got in but didn't reach the finger. It's a worry though as it has to stay dry. But they're pleased with how it's going.
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Hope your finger is better
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My finger will apparently take 2 weeks to heal. I'm getting a new dressing every second day, but I think I'll be able to put my own on next week.
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No idea about how they chose female characters, but now you've mentioned that I'll have to look!