Well...never carve and gut 9 pumpkins. Yeeeouch. I had the most blinding screaming painful night I can almost ever remember, last night.
I had an infected thumb. I tried to ignore it, but when I accidentally tapped it on the target cart handle, I almost fainted. I am not one to faint.
At 8 PM I couldn't take it anymore. I called my sister and asked her to come over. The kids were sucked into a movie, and I said "Mommies going to the doctor now, Marsha will be here soon, Dad has the cell phone, bye" I left.
I sat in the Urgent care lobby, wiggling and moaning for 45 minutes. Luckily the Doctor must have been a huge ex biker. He needed to be to hold my thumb still enough to do the procedure. The lobby was privy to my screaming pain. The nurse couldn't even hide her horror. Then as I left then check in girl had a look of fear on her face.
OK, that SUCKED!!
I got to Walgreen's. The pharmacy tech asked when I needed these prescriptions. I said, not so nicely, "NOW, I just had a needle stuck up my infected thumbnail." Which grossed out the other pharmacy tech standing next to him.
I stood not so still trying to look at some star gossip magazines through my pain. When I finally got my codeine from the pharmacists, I was shaking to get my water bottle open, that I had yet paid for. Ripped the bag open with meds in it, that had yet been payed for, looked for the word codeine, opened it an took two. Never checked the name on the bottle!! I believe I paid for everything. I tossed him my card and got it back. Grabbed the rest of my antibiotics, etc. and screamed all the way home. WOW!! I finally had to convince Rick to get me a 3rd codeine an hour later. I think I then fainted from pain or fell asleep. I am now drugged up and have figured out how to crochet, write, and type without a right thumb. THE END!