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Post by longtrail on Sept 4, 2008 13:11:42 GMT -5
Years ago, back in the early 80's I was sorting through a pile of quills and jammed a large one into the vicinity of my knuckle on my middle finger closest to the tip. I tried pulling it out but it was definitely stuck there . Well, being somewhat of a Wussy, OK, a big damn wussy , at the time I waited for hubby to come home and rescue me. Until he got home I cut the quill off above the skin line, enough to grab hold of it with pliers, put a band-aid over it and proceeded through my day. Well by the time hubby got home and the band-aid was removed, the quill, from all the action of my finger, had worked its way under the skin . Hubby offered to operate.....hum..... off to the emergency room we went. The doc, who had never had to remove a porky quill from anyone or anything, proceeded to open the skin and find that the quill had worked its way into the knuckle. Some cutting, digging and pulling later, the quill was removed ;D. I made him a little pouch with some humble quill work on it. He was appreciative. I was relieved and learned not to be such a wussy. Yank those suckers out. Remember the post I put up of the pit bull dog who went round and round and round with the porky? Jeezlouize!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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