Working in Boost, and being a klutz, I cut my hands almost everyday I work! It's like a miracle if I don't cut my hand two days in a row.
Back to the story, well , I cut my hand while cutting oranges, cause I was busy talking and not looking where I was cutting, and before I know it, I cut my finger with as much strength you would use to cut an orange !
Thank God for my hard nails that kept me from chopping my own fingers off. I know I should've looked where I was cutting, but my best friend was going to break up with her bf, how can I possibly stop yakking during that prime time of talking, right?!
So it was around 8pm when I cut my hand. I quickly put on a plaster and stop the bleeding. Well the low quality plaster didn't keep my blood in and I had to wrap another layer around it...blood can even ooze out from the bandage that was wrapped around my plaster !
Two dots on the side = my blood ! I know in my heart that this is no normal cut, but I chose to calm down first and then see how later.
Around 1am, I open my bandage cause I was expecting it to at least dry a little already, but I was wrong. Blood was STILL pouring and my wound was still very much raw. Both my hands are covered in blood, unprepared with NO PLASTER AT ALL, I looked like I killed someone!
Took a wet tissue to cover my finger, instruct Panda to fold cotton cloth into a square so I can make my own plaster and bandage it around my finger again, but damn -_- she don't know how to do it, she cut the cloth too big but I thought to just try luck and put that chunk of cloth on my wound and bandage it up!
Ended up the cloth was not tight enough around my finger, blood was slowly wetting the whole cotton cloth, I had to use the bandage and tie the lower part of my finger to stop blood. I panicked. I took a gross picture of my bloodied tissue and asked for help ON FACEBOOK!!! Not that I am seeking attention ok , but my family was incontactable. If only I get to call my dad, all these wouldn't have happened.
With my fingers are growing purple from all these,I was dizzy also, shivering in a heated room (I hardly shiver- I always feel hot!) , and I am prone to fainting... so I've decided to go ER (Emergency Room).
Cause if I do faint with blood still oozing out, Panda is TINY and won't be able to carry me , an ambulance will have to come...that's $500 gone at least + so much more drama!
Anyway, reached the hospital, fuck my life. Like REALLY!! I got an African rude nigger to attend my finger. I won't call people names for no reason ok, he was seriously TOO MUCH.
When I sat down in this chair, he call me to show him my wound. I did, and he immediately try taking my bandage out. Ok- it's fine, BUT DON'T GO PULLING THE BANDAGE OUT, IT HURTS YOU KNOW!!!!
So I pushed him away (auto reflex), and he said "SO YOU GOING TO TAKE IT OUT YOURSELF HUH, FINE". And stood there. I was using only my right hand to take out the bandage, I was obviously struggling cause IT HURTS, and at one point of time, I needed a scissors to cut this piece of bandage stuck to the cotton.., I asked for it, he said "No". WTF!!!!!!!!!
He came over without warning that he's going to just PULLED THE PLASTER OFF MUTHA FUCKER !!
My cut finger !!!
And he pulled it outwards!!! Obviously my wound open EVEN MORE.
The cotton and plaster thing did come off , but fuck, my wound was like this human waterpipe. Blood just leaked like hell over the dustbin. He put a plaster over it and ask ,
Nigga : " Have you got a Tetanus shot". In nigga accent.
Me : "I am not sure"
Nigga " How old are you that you don't know? Australians learnt about this shot when they are in Year 9, how can you not know? Did you grow up here or CHINA?" FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me" I don't know ok, my dad is a doctor, every year I get shots for GOD KNOWS WHAT, how you expect me to remember all of them? So what am I getting from this wound? Do I need to stitch it?"
Nigga " Yes you need to stitch your wound up as you can see the blood isn't stopping" in my heart im like YAH MY WOUND IS BLEEDING LIKE FUCK, HOW TO STITCH? WOUND ALSO CAN'T BE SEEN CAUSE BLOOD KEEPS COMING OUT.
Me" I don't want to get it stitch. Any other options?"
Nigga" Glue, but depending on the doctor"
He was way more rude than how I actually put it la, lazy to write the whole convo. So I stormed out and desperately tried calling my dad again but FAILED, so I called my whole neighbourhood, all my beloved close cousins to help contact my family cause I just can't get through to them!
In the end I follow my instincts, and decided to leave. I've seen my dad sew patients wound up before, they were bleeding but not as much as mine, their wound was more broad. My finger is tiny, stitch what? and furthermore the plaster is keepin everything intact!
Soooooo I left, but made sure I wrote like a 2 page complaint letter, explaining my ordeal over everything, and got home by 5pm.
Went to hospital to get a plaster and 2 panadols only. fuck Australia. Second time I go ER, same shitty treatment.
Wow lengthy wordy post ! Going to Sydney in an hour's time, soooo excited and won't be able to update for a few days. Max a week !
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