Surprise! Don't Freak Out...

So before I get into the fun I'll talk about how my day has been so far... eventful. Woke up after cuddling with my cat Elend all night. No big deal. He purrs... I've never had anything that purrs before. I went outside with him and he started digging in my newly planted flower garden! I even put a dead bush over it so he wouldn't do just that. So I got my leather-man and started cutting branches so they would cover my garden better. Well the leather-man slipped and I cut my index finger right by the knuckle on my left hand (Don't worry mom and dad I'm fine). But it was bleeding like gory drips... to me...anyway... but then again I have a weak stomach and HATE injuries/ blood/ hospitals... although half my family works in one or with one. I wiped it off and it stopped... which okay the band-aid and Neosporn will stick now. Close your eyes for this next part if you're like me. Before applying the bandage I swear I could see something white which I assumed was the bone or a tendon or something which just sent me over the edge and I started getting a bit woozy so I began to chug water to calm myself. Then I hear the car start from outside and know they are going to town. On the way to the door I stop and lay myself on the couch and tell myself in 10 seconds I'm going out the door to tell them what happened and get a ride. I get myself to stand up in my sweatpants and tank top and walk outside like nothing big happened. In all honesty I've probably overreacted. I'm holding my hand and leaning against the door frame when I tell them I need to go to town so I can get stitches... I walk back in my house... slowly change and head out the door. While crammed in the back seat of the car Akatia (the niece of my supervisor and 'manager' of the Orange store) tells me how her kids never got stitches and she would just tell them to suck it up. After a little laugh and her probably thinking I'm a wuss for such a small cut really... we head into town. She drops me off at the corner and lets me find the rest of my way to the hospital. At this point I feel fine... my body is slightly in shock and I am feeling pretty good so I stop by the post office and get the package from my Grandma Sophie :) Haven't opened it yet but really excited to when I get home! Anyways... end up riding on the back of a motorcycle to get to the hospital.. holding on with my one good hand and hoping I don't fall off. When I arrive at the hospital, which isn't just one building like ours in the States but more like a compound, I wonder around the hospital grounds asking for the 'office' and where I can get sutures because nobody seemed to know the word 'stitches'. Found the Emergency room and am waiting while I talk to the Doctor about how it happened... to them I was peeling Matooke and the knife slipped. If it was because I did something stupid I might as well have fun with HOW I hurt myself. Right?! When I first arrived I asked a local female doctor if any of the Harvard doctors working in the hospital were available and that seemed to make her angry so I told her she was very good at what she does and let her take care of me. Its only stitches. I watched her prep my little table and get all sterile equipment out of the packages and at this point I've got my injured hand on the table and head on another table resting on my right arm while sweating like crazy. Just get it over with. I was trying to take my mind off everything and distract myself by looking at the scale with band-aids holding it together realizing they need duct tape and laughing at how adorable the little, when I say little I mean little bobby-pin to your hair little, nurse caps are. After almost passing out and starting to shake it is soon over and I've got two tiny stitches in my hand. See... no big deal but if you know anything about me I HATE and can't stand being in a hospital. Other than getting stitches after my hand surgery a few years ago this was my first stitches encounter. Afterwards I went to go visit a PCV on the hospital grounds who lives there and may have a secondary project of painting one of the children's wards! Something good happened out of it all after all right?

Sorry mom hope you didn't freak out too much. The PC is going to reimburse me and I get the little buggers taken out and am all healed in 5 days! I'll bring water next time so I won't feel like passing out as much.

Ugh... I'm exhausted now. And will talk about the cats next time... but another PCV took the female and it's just me and Elend now... he's such a cuddler! That's what I'm going to do now... eat my hard boiled eggs with my cat and read 'The Help' since last night I finished The Hunger Games series again.

 My first hospital trip all by myself I feel like a big girl now I'm so proud of myself! Laugh all you want but its a big deal to me! Plus... a hospital in Uganda is a bit different from a hospital back home.