Our two little dogs were fighting and playing nearby. They are litter-mates and they fight as loudly and as often as my kids do. They fight until the two become one big ball of black fur that sounds like a badger fighting a bear. That's what happened yesterday -- a big ball of hissing and growling fur rolled into my leg as I sat at the machine. I must have looked away for a split-second, and before I knew it, my left index finger followed the fabric under the needle. The point of the needle was nowhere to be found, and I became more and more convinced it was still in my finger.
|"I am SO sorry!" - Oliver|
So Wednesday I visited my doctor. I think he enjoys these sort of things. An x-ray confirmed it was in there and it seemed very close to the surface. "I should be able to insert a sterile needle into the entrance wound and push the fragment right out" he told me. It seemed reasonable that it would be a quick project -- the sure mark that it won't be. 90 minutes and several x-rays later he finally found it (after cutting my finger open). He sent it home with me in a little specimen container, suggesting I make a necklace out of it.