So Jessica and Cody came over for some hookah and soju. We were having a great time, and then our friends, Jeff, Sara, Ayron, and Liz asked us if we wanted to go to the bars. I was the only one that wanted to go, so we turned down the offer and decided to stay in. In order to spice up our night a little, I thought I would make some guacamole. I cut two avocados in half, took one pit out, and attempted to get the other one a couple times. After failing twice, I got pretty frustrated. I held the avocado tightly in my left hand, and tried to stab the pit with a knife in my right hand.
Clearly, I missed the pit.
I knew immediately that the knife had gone all the way through my hand. I also knew it was going to be really bad because my middle and ring fingers were asleep. I could feel pressure, but they were tingly and numb. I screamed louder than I've ever screamed before. Drew ran over and told me to put it under water and grabbed me paper towel. Meanwhile, I'm still screaming.
"I'll never be able to change diapers like this!"
"I can't feel my hand! Call 911!"
"I HAVE to go to the hospital!"
"It went all the way through my hand!"
No one really believed that last part, but I had seen the exit wound, so I knew. Jessica and Cody heard me screaming and ran downstairs. By this time I was laying on the floor in the hallway, screaming and kicking my feet like a child throwing a temper tantrum. Cody called security forces, Jessica grabbed my purse and went outside, and Drew tried to get me to calm down.
"I can't feel my fingers!"
"It went all the way through!"
"I need to see Rooney!"
"I'm never eating guacamole again!"
Drew carried me from our apartment, down the stairs, through the driveway. up a hill, across the street, and laid me on the ground. I continued to scream and cry until security forces arrived. They put me in the back of the car and drove me to the ER. I've always hated Korean streets because they're full of speed bumps; they're everywhere. I will always remember yelling at the driver and saying, "MAYBE if there weren't so many G** D*** sped bumps, we could be there by now!" I'm sure they were glad to get me out of the car.
I walked myself into the ER and got into the bed that was ready for me. Six doctors and nurses surrounded me and started checking me out. They immediately did a test to see what kind of feeling and movement I had in my hand Everything worked but my middle finger; I could hardly move it at all. They gave me an IV and stuffed me with pain meds. Then they numbed my hand.. :( That part SUCKED. I can only describe it as being injected with fire. But, it worked, so they started testing my movement again.
No change. I had severed the tendon in my finger and that resulted in not being able to move it. THAT is literally the worst thing I've ever felt; I cant imagine being paralyzed. My brain was trying so hard to get my stupid finger to move, but to no avail.
Next they took me to get X-rays. They saw the tendon, showed to orthopedic surgeon and told me I'd be going home soon. I went back to the room and was FINALLY able to see Drew! Well, Drew and his first shirt. How embarrassing. Basically his entire squadron knew I was there within an hour. I even got a text from the Commander's wife. It's amazing how thoughtful and kind our giant Air Force family is. At this point, the doctor told me they'd stitch my hand up loosely and I had to come back Monday morning for a consult with the orthopedic surgeon. Everyone was super nice and tried to make me feel as awesome as they could.
We got home, I loaded up on Percocets, filled everyone in via text, and went to bed.
This morning I looked at the culprits in my stabbing case...
After all of this, I just keep thinking, we should've just gone to the bars! I'd take a hangover over this any day ;)