Socialist Sushi

Track your package

So 3 days ago someone, somewhere in the USA, was told I have a package to pick up. And that’s the last update.

Just realized that this incarnation of my blog has been around for 2 years.

Certainly nothing earth shattering, especially considering my slow pace of posts. But still, Yay me.

Friday before last (June 17) I stayed home from work in the morning. I had been feeling a bit off the entire week, so I decided to just sleep in and head to work about noon.

At about 11 or so Amber (who had the day off) decided to trim the dogs’ nails. No big deal. Then she asked me to help her do Toby’s. I said sure, grabbed the cat, and tried to restrain him in my lap.

It became apparent this was not going to work out. The mad cat began flailing around, so I grabbed the blanket on the arm of the couch and tried to wrap the cat in it. The flailing cat tried to escape by running up the side of the couch. I grabbed him to flip him over so I could wrap him in the blanket.

It didn’t work out. One of his flailing claws caught the back of my right ear. After holding my ear (and releasing the cat) for a minute, I went into the bathroom to survey the damage. When I looked in the mirror I had blood already dripping down my neck.

This is when the advantages of being married to a nurse become apparent. Amber doesn’t freak, but does mention that I might need stitches. Toby had caught me on the back of my earlobe. When I try to bend it forward to see how bad it is, it bends in a way it’s not really supposed to go. Amber suggests getting a second opinion from my mom, who is an ER nurse.

So off we go, Amber driving down the block and me holding a napkin to my bleeding ear. Mom cleans it out with a syringe and a water+hydrogen peroxide mix and informs me she can see light coming through the other side.

Off I go to Urgent One, since I wasn’t going to sit for 5 hours in an ER with an ear that my cat had managed to scratch, and that was by this time no longer bleeding. After 1.5 hours there I leave with a prescription for an antibiotic and 3 stitches in my ear.

Here’s the thing. I’ve broken one bone in my life: my little toe. And now I’ve had stitches exactly once: on the back of my earlobe. It’s like I’ve been injured, but not really.

Later that night, I grabbed Toby in the blanket and Amber trimmed his claws. The trick, you see, is to get him before he starts flailing.

And yeah, my ear is fine. Amber just took the stitches out. There’s a scar, but I can’t see it 8)