Martha was having a wonderful time before bed loving our dogs. Nick and Lucy enjoyed her sweet talk and petting while Gidget calmly chewed on a bone. Gidget raised her sweet face toward the sound of Martha’s voice. She dropped her bone and came for her share of love. Martha began to pet her, when Lucy raised her head and set Martha’s world tilting! I heard Martha, “Ohhh, ahhh, stop!” I came running just as Gidget released Martha’s thumb. In protecting Lucy, she pushed her back with her right hand, and held Gidget with her left, leaving her thumb in a perfect position for angry needle teeth to grab.
She ran to the bathroom to clean the wound under cool running water. I ran down stairs for paper towels. It took us several minutes to clean the wound and try to stanch the bleeding. An impossible job!
I took this picture in the emergency room. We got there at about 10:00 PM. They took her back to triage after 11:00, it was crowded. The crowd kept us entertained, as we exchanged awe-struck glances, and sympathy for parents there with infants, toddlers and children. No tears from my sister! We kept the banter and the laughter going. The Dixon sister’s know how to keep a stiff upper lip.
After triage she came back to wait to be called for X-ray. The nurses in triage expected a broken/fractured bone, as we both were afraid of at home. What a weird angel!?! After X-ray she returned to the waiting room and found me gone. After she searched inside and out for me, she gave up and made use of her time by helping other’s waiting. She knew most patient’s names before we left. I returned unsuspecting she was back. After about 20 minutes she turned to look at the TV and spotted me out of the corner of her eye. Reunited and catching up; I had gone to drive the car around the building closer to the emergency exit, only to realize the keys were in Martha’s purse. I took the keys and finished my task to get our car closer for a quick get away. Little did I know we would be making anything but a quick get away.
Finally we were called back to the rooms, the theater of operations.
I had speculated that the reason they had a backlog of patients waiting was there was only one doctor on call. That proved to be true. She was worth waiting for because of her outlook and attitude. Our nurse was a new transplant from Texas and apparently a bit nervous, but gracious. She had so many mishaps with us, she was blushing. In this photo she is irrigating the wound.
The worst part of the pre-stitches was the shots of lidocaine to deaden the wound. Martha only moaned once, but she was white-knuckled as her thumb got bigger and bigger from the lidocaine. We were left to wait again. Let’s get to the facts, emergency rooms have an unwritten law, you must wait at least 8 hours, or longer, before you’re allowed to leave.
The doctor sent her physician’s assistant in to stitch Martha’s wound. Before that, …more lidocaine injected into the wound. !!OUCH!! Stitching went quickly, we were read our care at home, given prescription, and gained our release.
Martha plans on seeing her physician tomorrow, and calling one the doctor suggested. We also will be speaking with our vets about Gidget and how to proceed from here. We both are recovering from what Martha calls our slumber less party.