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It's Only a Flesh Wound

I caved and went to the InstaCare to check if I needed stitches on my finger. My husband kept telling me it looked disgusting and making throw up noises like a 9 year old boy.

I really hate going to the doctor for myself unless I really know I am in physical trouble. I don't like the way the doctor raises his eyebrows as I explain my malady and he then pretends to care as he pokes and prods, finally declaring there is nothing he can do. It's only a:
As it turns out, he would have put in a couple of stitches had I showed up within 6 hours of the slice and dice incident. Too late now so he offered to super glue it closed and promised it wouldn't scrape off (it did) and I wouldn't need to keep it covered with a bandage (I would).

Just to be extra helpful, he asked when the last time I had a tetanus shot. "Five years ago," I quickly replied.

"Really?"

Long awkward pause. "Nine years ago?"

Now the doctor was staring at me.

"Sixteen years ago."

Five minutes later, I had a band-aid on my arm and my 4 year old had a sticker for being such a good helper. He also had an ice pack because he complained he had bumped his head. The things that kid will do for conversation.

It's 12 hours later and I feel like someone took a couple dozen pot shots on my arm. Someone with the Incredible Hulk muscles.

I wonder how long it's been since Mr. Taylor has had a tetanus shot?

Comments

  1. .:Anna:.September 2, 2009 at 5:40 AM

    Oh my gosh-you better get him one! What if someone stabbed him with a rusty spoon!?

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  2. June Freaking CleaverSeptember 2, 2009 at 6:08 AM

    Glad you're on the mend. Be thankful for that painful shot. If you read the symptoms and prognosis of a bout of tetanus, you'd probably take Mr. Taylor and the clan to the doctor posthaste for their booster shots!

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  3. AmberSeptember 2, 2009 at 7:06 AM

    Hmmm. I have never had a tetanus shot. Should I be worried?

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  4. LinSeptember 2, 2009 at 7:40 AM

    Well at least you didnt need stitches. My dad had to get them a couple of years ago & he said it was the most painful thing he's ever had done. My husbands fix is always super glue, not stitches. His mom's an RN & she used to always super glue his cuts (I wonder if it burns?).

    I had my last tetanus shot 4 years ago & my arm still hurts everytime I think about it. Good thing is you wont need one for another 5-10 yrs.

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  5. HilloriSeptember 2, 2009 at 7:58 AM

    Google tetanus....

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  6. FoursonsSeptember 2, 2009 at 12:21 PM

    I love that your kiddo got a sticker and ice pack at YOUR appointment.

    Hope the arm feels better today. I think it's probably been around 16 years for me too.

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  7. GinaSeptember 2, 2009 at 12:37 PM

    My last tetanus was in my rear end. I felt like I had bent over to pick a flower and a raging bull had used me for target practise

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  8. GinaSeptember 2, 2009 at 12:37 PM

    My last tetanus was in my rear end. I felt like I had bent over to pick a flower and a raging bull had used me for target practise

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  9. KathrynSeptember 2, 2009 at 1:27 PM

    Poor you, at least you didn't have to get stitches...oooh the pain!

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  10. Mamma ChristineSeptember 2, 2009 at 5:18 PM

    Ohhh tetanus shots HURT!! I sliced myself on a rusty fence a few years ago and was sure I'd just had a shot. Turns out 18 years is my definition of "just". Sorry, doesn't sound like a whole lot of fun.

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  11. ChiefSeptember 3, 2009 at 8:34 AM

    I would have amputated my finger in the kitchen sink. (not really)

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  12. shortmamaSeptember 3, 2009 at 10:02 PM

    Wow this made me wonder when I had one last....hmm definitely over the 10 years that you are supposed to go. Ouch , it makes me hurt to think about!

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