While I was washing dishes last night, the aluminum can I was rinsing out for recycling slipped through my soapy hands and sliced open the tip of my little finger on its way down. My after-dinner plans to head over the annual Wyoming County Fair were side-tracked as I applied direct pressure for an hour or two and wondered when my last tetanus shot was. Accidents! They happen so fast.
But so does recovery, thank goodness. After a somewhat restless night weighing my options, I woke up on the ‘better safe than sorry’ side of the bed and drove myself over to the local hospital to have the pros take a look. I’m so glad I did. Not only was my cut going to be fine, the receptionist told me where the fudge booth was located when I mentioned I was heading over to the county fair now that my Steri-strip was in place. All that for the low, low price of a $250 ER co-pay!
Grrrr. Anyway, I’ve never actually been to a county fair, so as far as I’m concerned this one delivered the goods. I can see myself going back tomorrow for another helping of potato pancakes and halushki from The Nices’ food truck, especially since I won’t be opening any aluminum cans for myself in the kitchen for a while.