*slowly plunking away with one hand fervently flying across the whole keyboard, trying desperately to remind the other hand to stay away! (I'd sit on it if i could!)*

So I'm sure you're asking what everyone esle was dying to find out... (I'm not referring to when the last time I've had a tetnus shot was... that comes in at a close 2nd!) How the ma-heck did I accomplish such a serious slice-age?!?
Well... it all started out saturday evening, in the intense heat, I was going to bring a nice frosty beverage to JDM's house to share. As I put the juice in the freezer to chill (it had only been in my pantry/closet, not the fridge) he warned me to put a note in my phone so that I wouldn't forget it/it wouldn't explode & shatter/etc. Oddly enough, I soon changed my mind as to what I wanted to drink... then I flew out the door towards a Sobe purchase and the pending evening plans. Needless to say, at this point, his warning/s should be heeded; not quite sure how I thought I was above the reminder!?

Since then I'd forgotten about it completely. Until I got home this evening and began to prepare my dinner & tomorow's lunch. I popped open the freezer to get bread (I'm single, a loaf only lasts in a frozen state!); lo & behold a blessed frozen [glass] bottle of cranberry/raspberry juice! Slightly saddened, and glaringly reminded of the warning, I pulled the bottle out. Upon inspection I found that only a bit had spilled/oozed out (quickly cleaned that up,) and the bottom was very cleanly broken out. So... I carefully pulled the large chunks of broken glass off of the bottom & thought (oh what was I thinking!?) I could save the über yummy frozen juice inside. I scanned my surroundings for a sufficient recepticle for the forseeable thawing "mess", landing on my MixN'Pour/BatterBowl recently re-aquired from JDM's stash at the Cascade house.
So, while I finshed the prep & consumption of my sandwich it sat, broken bottom down, ready to melt into salvation! After I ate I reinspected the situation... and this where you can start to brace yourself, shake your head, and really get a glimpse into the dumbness of my actions! I ran the bottle under water to loosen the glacier within out of it's captivity, varoius times/rounds. Along that path the glass eventually shattered in my hand (from the fall of the frozen mass? just the right pressure? who knows!)
All I knew was I'd cut myself. Bright red blood began to show itself among the more purple liquid of the juice. I quickly moved my hand&finger back to the sink, under the running water... all the while trying to assure myself it wasn't so bad (meanwhile visions of my last major cut[: not so bad] competed with memories of when mom cut herself on a falling/fallen glass bowl & had to have stitches!) Clearing away the blood flow, under the stream of water, I suddenly saw sheer carnage. Instinctively I pinched it all "back into place" with all the pressure i could canjure with my left hand.
I again found myself, mind racing, scanning the room for solutions. My phone was face up on the table. Using some random finger, surely contorting myself, I called JDM (Praise God for one-touch dialing!) & used the loudspeaker. At first I got voicemail. I left a msg & then re-dialed, praying for an actual answer. I saw I was dripping blood, so I went to pull off paper towels to hold on my hand as well. Then it was back to the phone again as I realized I hadn't chosen the loudspeaker. He was there, I quickly said, "I need you to come & get me now, I cut my finger really bad & I need you to take me to the hospital!"

Upon simple confirmation reality then began to set in: I was in my silly pajamas, no way to change... I'd really cut myself - scary!... I have no insurance, & barely a job at this rate!... etc, etc, etc.
I sat down to wait, breathe, sigh... Then I got up, went outside to wait, & began to pace! I said pleading power-prayers to God, proclaiming His Promises & Victory over the incident. Then I remembered perhaps my hand should be above my head/heart to lessen the blood flow, so I propped my elbows & wrists up in the decorative fence in the driveway.

Jonathan finally arrived, determined to check it out & "fix me up", as he has had experience with minor cuts & unnecessary stitching/scarring. "Are you sure you need stitches?" he asked immediately.
I did my best to convey what little I could clealry recall, and released enough of my grasp to give him a decisive glimpse at the inevitable ER trip. He helped me into the car, & off we went. I talked him through calling the hospital to let them know I was coming/what had happened. He drove quickly, yet carefully (especially cautious of my imbalance/bracing for corners!)

*presently: growl/ouch! my finger is slowly "waking up" & yeow it hurts!*

We arrived... got inside... only to find out there were a few other intense emergencies that had arrived! So I was triaged, & we waited. Apparently 8 hours is the time-frame on such injuries, so they weren't in a major rush!?
My ability to handle it all ebbed & flowed (er, ebbs & flows.) Plus poor Jonathan was a wash once "the adrenaline is over." He somehow held through, as graciously as possible, as I pleaded with him to not leave! He was supposed to be accomplishing things at home, & then enjoying a movie at the theater with a couple of our friends!

Once I got taken back [finally] they soaked my hand enough to get my blood encrusted fingers apart... and truly inspect the damage I'd done. Soon there after I tried my best to stop looking... whenever I did I quickly regretted it!
Turns out I really did myself in: got through the skin & some muscle, and even severed a tendon! (it took an insane squeezing of my arm with a BP cuff to get that good of a look though, owie!) Dr Virk kept asking me to make a fist, and my pinky clearly wasn't cooperating. That was when they started talking surgery.
So while the doctor went off to consult with hand peoples I sent Jonathan to call my mom (who could in turn contact work peoples) to get some communication out there! JDM came back saying msg delivered, & call if you go into surgery tonight... and the doctor came back saying Dr. Durkan (HR hand guy) didn't want to touch it... what with the tendon issue, a guy @ Emmanuel should do the job! So Emmanuel guy says clean 'er up good, give her two stitches to hold it, and send her home to call my office in the morning & set up surgery for wednesday!

So that's what they did... a nice warm wash, more anesthetic for the stitches... major pain on the first sew, more anesthetic, and repeat a couple times... and yeah, you get the picture!

So here I am, at home... slightly freaked out at the thought of surgery, let alone an entire day+ to anticipate it? *growl*
Talked to my mom, and she voiced my own concern..., "why the heck wait to do surgery!?" So I'm not gonna eat anything... and see if that can't be a possibility early in the AM calling them! *hopes*

agh... my head is swimming in freak out, gratefullness, confusion, & pain!
So much more to say, but this has taken me over an hour to type, so I gotta be out. Peace!

*off to delve into a soothing dvd: Dawson's Creek finale*