stupid thumb...

Sooooooo yesterday Oak and I went to help the Cleggs brand cattle. This is the worlds roughest day for these poor little things. If they are male, they get roped, then they get to have their you-who's chopped off, ears split and tagged, branded, and vaccinated. Not necessarily in that order but none the less... ROUGH females, basically the same except the lovely castrating part. So I was vaccinating them. it went pretty well for the first 75, then all the sudden one decided to freak out right as I was going to place the needle in it... this lovely needle is a 10 gauge 1.5 inch needle and just so happened to find its way into the joint of my thumb.. all the way in...I ripped it out, gave the calf its shot, and proceeded to watch my thumb bleed all over the place, praying that I wouldn't end up seizing on the dirt. When you vaccinate calves, you use the same huge needle each time.... So yes, not the most clean of items that I've ever placed into my body. Well, five minutes later my toe got crushed from the head of a calf that also just so happened to be wearing the metal head holder thingy.... that was even more fun. Thankfully we only had about 50 or so more to do and I finished up the day with out any more fatalities.



(this is about what it looked like.... best picture I could find)

Later that evening Oak asked me if I wanted to go to the Doctor (more like Tiana, you really need to go to the doctor). Me thinking I'm a bad a$$ said no, I'll be fine... Needless to say last night was the worst night EVER. I didn't get a wink of sleep (I'm sure Oak didn't either) because the World decided to take a rest on my thumb and let it painfully throb all. night. long. epic. I got up in the middle of the night, grabbed a bag of peas thinking that may ease some of the pain.... nope. then I decided that if I were to keep my thumb above my heart and over my head that might work.... nope... so I just ended up with my thumb. on the bag of peas. over my head. the whole night and catching a few zzz's here and there.

By today I had, had it. Oak took me to urgent care to hear the Doc say. "well looks like you stuck yourself pretty good with that needle" (NO FREAKING DUH! AM I REALLY PAYING YOU TO TELL ME THAT??) "is that what I stuck myself with??... huh wasn't sure glad you clarified".-me. "Looks like we can get you started on some antibiotic." (No, Really? I was so looking forward to losing my thumb.) "Great, thanks". End of conversation. Other than the whole x-ray sesh about him looking to see if it went into my bone, then telling me that he wanted to have someone else look at it too... You know. and that is the reason I hate going to see the doctor. They tell you exactly what you already know and bill your insurance company $565465138.25 to confirm it. fools.

Moral of the story: Do NOT stick yourself in the thumb joint with an infected, abnormally large, effing needle They do nothing for it and it hurts like a freaking son of a B!