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Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Gross! Show and Tell

WARNING:  This post has a gruesome picture or two on it.  
If you have a weak stomach, you may not want to view this!!!

On Sunday at noon-ish, I took my dog for a hike in the woods.  I had planned to be out with him for about two hours.  We have a great, 4-5 mile loop that he loves and I have to admit, I do too.  But, twenty minutes into the hike and everything changed in a heartbeat.  

As I crested a hill, I needed to step over a limb that had fallen from a tree.

 This limb has been down for probably six months and I have stepped over it at least a dozen times.
 Had I been more observant I would have noticed a branch that had been on this limb was now broken off.  Instead, I stepped over with my left leg and then as I brought my right leg over I felt a very sharp pain.

I expected my leg to be scratched.  Instead I was impaled.  
Frankenstein leg

My immediate reaction was, "Oh Sh*t!"  I tried to put weight on my right leg and, yes, pull the splinter out.  It wouldn't budge.  Oh Sh*t!  I thought I might pass out.  I grabbed my cell phone and called my son...my husband was out of town this weekend.  I instructed my son as to where he needed to come and get me.  I am so glad my kids (1) have cell phones, (2) can drive, (3) and can be counted on to rescue their mom when needed.  

At our local Prompt Care facility I hobbled in, placed my leg on the counter and asked, "Can you help me or do I need to go to the ER?"  They immediately took care of me.  

Here's my splinter/Sycamore wood chard

My show-and-tell

The doctor did have to cut the splinter out on Sunday.  I think every person on duty that day had to come see my injury.  I asked the doctor if it was the oddest thing of the day that had happened.  He said it was...so far.  As the doctor worked on me, I made my son come sit close and hold my hand.  He was my rock!  He'd look at what the doctor was doing and then look at me and say, "No problem."  

This is my wound today... 

where it is located on my leg

 ...and how big it is.  I went back for a check up today and the doctor told me since I am young (I was instantly a fan of his) and in good shape (but thinking he might have a little Pinocchio in him) it should heal fairly quickly.  
I wasn't stitched up on Sunday due to the chance of having a soil bacteria still in the would.  I have been taking two antibiotics to help ward off evil soil bacteria too.

I think my chances of being a leg model are nil though now.  Maybe my leg could have a cameo on some tough show like Sons of Anarchy?

I am happy to report that although wicked looking, my leg is good enough to be back out hiking with the pooch once again!  :)


Steph said...

Oh, WOW!! I'm glad you are back to hiking. Scars add character.

sweetcakes said...

Lisa, that is pretty gross, and what a freakish accident. Were you feeling particularly accident prone that day? Yikes!! Glad Stephen came to the rescue.

Lauranie said...

Eeewwwww!!! And OUCH!! You may not be a candidate for leg modelling anytime soon...but hey at least they are smooth and shaven, which is more than I can say about my own!! :) Be careful out in the wild girlie!!