crushed hand sutures out 13 Nov 09
13 Nov 09
The sutures were ready to come out. It seemed another step away from the accident toward recovery. I did not expect it to hurt. I had removed my own and other people’s sutures on occasion. At most there’s a tug and a pinch, but usually no pain. More often there’s a sense of relief when the strings are pulled.
But, I’d never had so many sutures removed from fingers and these were stuck, pulling and painful. Continue reading
Crushed hand in new dressing + cube 6 Nov 2009
6 Nov 09
7 Nov 09
12 Nov 09
The stitched and pinned fingers were secure. Because I could feel something poking into one of them I went for an early dressing change. No thank you to the invitation to look at the x-rays or my hand. Not yet. In the plaster room the medic adjusted the worrisome wire, released the index finger and re-bandaged my hand with the first of many dressings. It was a relief to see a whole finger joining a working thumb. Continue reading
4 Nov 09
Shocking though it was, the accident to my hand was not life threatening. I’ve been reading about events that were, the relentless bombing of Malta during the Second World War and the recent shootings in West Cumbria. Continue reading
Hand and wire cube sketch-before the accident
Kitchen with crushed hand 3 Nov. 2009
It’s not the pain I remember from the accident. Three other vivid reminders do remain from that October night: the terrifying sound, the sickening sensation and the shocking silence of passers-by. Continue reading