Two Fingers

I have been a little lax with my updates. I will try to be more regular - note to self "Eat more fibre".

Last night was finger night. I'd hardly call 2 similar jobs a run of work, however when you don't attend a certain kind of work for ages and then suddenly you are off to two in a row - it does seem a little odd.

First was to a chap at a house that was being renovated. I think they were working back late on it and it looked like all the cousins and brothers were gathered to help. The place was well lit with those double builders lamps on stands and it was looking good with polished floors and fresh paint going on all the walls. Nice. The trail of blood led down the hallway to the bathroom where we found 70ish year old "Joe" who had sliced himself a beauty while cutting a piece of ceramic bathroom tile.

Joe was on wafarin to "thin his blood" and as a result he was not clotting very well. Still actively bleeding despite a handkerchief and a filthy tshirt wrapped around the wound. Joe had a deep slice running the length of his index finger and curving into his palm. It was going to need more than a few stiches to repair. We cleaned and rewrapped his finger using a big pad and bandage then wrapped him up like a boxing glove to try and stop the bleeding. Joe was asked to try and keep his hand elevated above his head, but he was so busy waving his hand and telling all the relatives how to paint, how to tile, where to put the rubbish etc, that I was contemplating tying his hand to the roof of the ambulance. Anyway despite his protests, we dragged him off to hospital where the hand specialists would need to have a look at him to decide how to put him back together.

Next we went to "Frank" the mechanic although he pronounced it "Frunk". I'm still not entirely sure how Frunk crushed his finger, as he had driven himself his doctors clinic going past 2 hospitals on the way. It seemed he had been working on a car when something (a chunk of engine maybe) had dropped on the back of his hand, which crushed and sliced the middle two fingers on his right hand. Frunk could close his hand into a fist with a great deal of pain, but was unable to then straighten his fingers again. This meant likely tendon damage in itself but when I inspected the wound with a torch I could see right through to the bones and damaged internal structures.

Frunk was in for a long night at hospital while the surgeons attempted to reattach his tendons and get his hand back into some kind of working order. I could see he knew he's messed up and this was going to impact on his work for a long time - if not permanently. It was of course up to his hand surgoen to tell him the prognosis. I gave him some pain relief, took the indecypherable letter from the GP and we walked out to the ambulance. On the way I tried to get more of a story as to what happened, but Frunk just talked round in circles. Sometimes you just never find out.