Sunday we celebrated the Resurrection of the Lord. For some unknown reason, I decided to celebrate with a quick trip to the Emergency Room.
I had wired the electronics in our entertainment setup in the basement with a couple of coax wires for the satellite dish and a couple data lines months back (one for the Tivo and the other for the X-Box). The job I did worked, but it wasn’t pretty. I decided this weekend to fix it up so that it would be pretty. I decided to move the wires from the back of the shelves to inside the wall.
Once I got the wires all moved, the next step for me was to hook them up to a new wall plate to complete the project. I got the coax wires and the first data wire hooked up and ready to go. The second data wire was only sticking out of the hole in the wall a few inches though, and would require a little contortionism to crawl into the cabinet to get it finished. I managed to get the wires (8 of them in each data cable) hooked up to the back of the plug. I proceeded to clip off the extra wire with a utility knife. About the time I got to the third of the eight wires, I slipped and sliced my left middle finger pretty deep. I knew right away that I would need stitches. It would heal on its own with time, but it would open back up too easily and I didn’t want that. The pain was minimal, all things considered, but I screamed in order to get Jessica’s attention, who was upstairs working at the time.
Neither of us knew where the closest urgent care center was. I got the phone book out, but quickly got frustrated when I didn’t find one right away. I told Jessica to just call 911, they would tell us where to go. She did, and they did. We were off to North Memorial Medical Center in Robbinsdale.
Jessica got me there fairly quickly, and managed to do so without further damage to me. After a short wait, I got in to see the doctor, who ordered a tetanus shot and gave me four stitches. It was all over in a matter of minutes. From the time I slipped and cut myself to the time we got home from the hospital was just over an hour.
Jessica felt bad because she didn’t think I needed stitches and didn’t know where to go, but she did great getting me to the care I needed.