We Accomplished A Lot and a Blood Sacrifice

Yesterday kicked our butts, in an almost literal way. I had asked DH on Saturday night if he couldn't take a look at the mailbox and strengthen it a bit before it got cold and we had to deal with frigid temps, snow, and most importantly, snow plows once again. Our mailbox survived year one, barely survived year two (with both of us out there dealing with a fallen box in the snow - NOT fun, and I wanted it to survive year three. It was rocky and tippy and I just couldn't envision it surviving until May 2020 intact. 

This was our mailbox last year after it was barely hanging on
through the winter. Although we managed to stabilize it
somewhat, it was still a little tipsy, and as we go into a new
winter season, I wanted it more secure so that we could avoid
fixing it in the snow. It's one of DH's least favorite jobs,
but he bucked up and stabilized it. 

Despite grumping about it, he put on colder weather gear and went out to deal with the box first thing Sunday morning. I appreciated that very much. After breakfast I went down and continued putting items away in the workshop area, then moved to the craft room. There was a lot I needed to do there, and I had gotten stalled the last time I tried to accomplish serious cleaning. DH worked alongside me, prodding me to the next bag, next box, next task. He wasn't even totally annoying about it, and I actually accomplished quite a lot before ... 

I got very fortunate, I basically cut where that arrow
for "Distal Phalanx" is, maybe slightly more towards
the finger tip. Lower, it could easily had cut my
tendon. Fortunately, it only bled heavily. I think
it will heal fine, if I keep it clean and covered. 

I almost cut the top of my finger off. Yeah. Apparently one of the items boxed up in my metal clay box was a cutting blade. It was a gift, or maybe it was something I had purchased, but it was wrapped in a small box, the type where the ends fold down to pooch out a flat container. It had a ribbon tied neatly around it and UNDERNEATH was marked "Cutter - Extremely Sharp". Of course I didn't see the writing, and as I pulled open the flap, managed to slice a deep cut into the pad of my index finger. 

I drove over to my clinic's Urgent Care facility, but it would
have been a wait of at least an hour. It wasn't bleeding through the
bandage, so my pressure bandage was working. I decided I
could just skip the stitches and let it heal on its own. 

Blood everywhere - not spraying, but dripping heavily. NOT good. I applied pressure and went upstairs to get some band-aids and antiseptic, which I managed to get onto my finger. The cut was deep, between 1/8 and 1/4 inch deep, and after getting it bandaged up in a pressure bandage, I decided it might be wise to go to Urgent Care and get a couple of stitches. So, after telling DH to "Throw the damned thing away", I headed over to the clinic. Where they said the wait would be a minimum of one hour. I left, deciding a pressure bandage would be fine and that an hour was a ridiculous amount of time to wait for two stitches. 

Today I'll wear a glove in the shower, then change my bandage for the third time before heading out to work. It's actually OK, doesn't hurt and it's not bleeding except a little bit when I change bandages. I think it will heal fine. and we got a lot accomplished in the craft room, so it was a good day. A small sacrifice to the Gods of Cleaning. 

Have a great Monday and I'll be back tomorrow.