 The Green, Grass of Home, 45 West Street, Fishguard, Dyfed, Wales August 12, 2008 About an hour after my last post on Sunday, I gingerly peeled off the plaster and showed my wife the damage to my hand. Ten minutes later we were sitting in casualty. One hour later I was laid on a bed, while a very kind nurse re-opened up the wound and cleaned out any dirt that remained. Steri-strips were applied to try and pull it all back together. I'd like to say I was brave. I was brave. Well, sort of. Hospitals make me panic though. They make me queasy. Other patients I witnessed with my own eyes included a woman who'd somehow ripped off a fingernail, a young man whose dog had mistaken his finger for a stick and given it a good old tug and shake and a little girl who'd fallen from a tree and harpooned herself through the knee on a spiked fence. All nasty and all things I don't like to think about too much. Anyway, I've been back today to be redressed and I need to go back again on Friday. I've been told that I mustn't get the left hand wet under any circumstances, so showering is rather tricky. My right armpit is beginning to smell pretty bad. With my wife, and carer, away visiting relatives, I was wondering if there was anyone in the local area who could pop round and lend a hand? Holga CGFN + Kodak Portra 400VC © James Arnold 2008 Comment (8) | Permalink |
