Here is another "Accidental Nursing" story from this past month.
I was busy working in my office and my husband slips a note under my door.
We had just lost our wonderful BC Ambulance renter to a house purchase, and now a temporary immigrant farm worker (Male, American caucasian with a Master's degree in Organic Farming in case you were jumping to conclusions) making big bucks in Canada was renting our Carriage house.
I put my work on hold and ran upstairs to check it out.
The dog greeted me at the door. "Hey there, pups!" I rub his ears.
Our renter's girlfriend swung the door wide open. "I can't believe it - I fainted!!!!"
Me: "Did you hit your head?"
GF: "No...."
Me: "OK then, where's the patient??"
She pointed to our renter, sitting with legs spread-eagled, slumped over a chair seat and the cupboards - pale as my morning latte. He's holding his thumb.
At this point I am thinking "OMG, he has sliced his finger off!!!"
The offending knife is lying on the counter with a host of veggies.
"Let me see it." I take charge. I need to - they are both near hysterical.
He takes the wad of toilet paper off to reveal this:
Well, OK. This isn't his thumb. He's a big guy.
I drew on my own thumb to illustrate - and re-enact it for my husband and this blog.
My husband went into hysterics when I retold the story. He has had 3 finger injuries, the first where he burned off all his skin with hot 500 degree wax, the second where he had a crush injury with starburst fracture of all fingers and the last where he eventually lost his fingernails.
A tiny superficial cut like our renters was small potatoes in my husband's books....and mine for that matter.
Of course I reacted in the way any nurse would do.
"Of COURSE you don't need to go to ED and get stitches," I laughed. "Steri-strips won't even hold that flap closed - it's only a tiny cut!"
But, like a good nurse, I got out my supply of steri-strips and a knuckle bandage and taped him up, giving instructions to see an MD if it looked infected down the road.
I was trusting his information that he was able to clean it well. Seeing how it was an injury with a knife and not one of his dirty farm implements, I told him he would be OK if he had had his tetanus immunization in the last 10 years.
Within 10 minutes....I was back to work....leaving the patient still slumped on the floor in his apartment, GF helicoptering around him.
Can you imagine this guy showing up at the local Emergency Department? (I'll bet you can!)
They should thank me.
Oh.
And our renter now?
When we had them over the other night for dinner (wound beautifully healed I must say!) and he offered to make a salad, I declined with sincere thanks.
I didn't want him going anywhere near a knife that was going to cut veggies I was going to eat!

