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ooooorrraahh Marine Corps, that what i shouted when i did that. done it about a month or so ago... it was sore for a while
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Spoken like a true quilter (addicted)
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I did that to the side of my finger right at the nail edge. I thought I had just cut it, but then saw where the needle had put a hole in the other side of my finger! I looked at it, said, " Oh well." Cleaned it real good, put super glue on it and a bandaid and kept going!
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Yikes! That's something I haven't done and hope I never do. Knock on wood. :-)
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Originally Posted by Mimmis57
So has this happened to anyone else? I'm sewing along happily and got my big ole' finger too close to the needle and bam right thru my fingernail and out the top of my finger! What to do- ER or stay home? I knew if i went to the ER' I'd sit for hours and they would just use a hemastat and pull it out. I had a project to finish so got my pliers and pulled that bad boy out. My husband said "So you had to stop sewing?" ( Obviously he's new here!) " No. I just changed the needle and kept going!" Just thought I'd share.
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wow, no one has mentioned
ARE YOU UP TO DATE ON YOUR TETANUS SHOTS!!!!! it's not just rusty nails, tetanus is everywhere, be careful with any puncture wound. I had to get one when I got a piece of plant material (dead iris stem) stuck in my thumb. Don't ask.... |
I did it once. I chose the emergency room. The doctor came in looked at it, said, Hmmm. Came back in pulled the needle (and thread) through and stuck my finger in iodine. It would have been faster and cheaper if I had done it myself. Good thinking on your part.
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Makes me hurt just to think about it. But I understand about not going to the ER and setting around for hours!!!! Watch for infection.
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At this very moment, my fingers are tingling as I think back to the time my fingers crossed the business end of my mom's sewing machine. I was four-years-old and my mother was letting me stitch together some scraps. I flipped the speed switch from low to high, pressed my leg against the leg-switch and the fabric leapt through the feed dogs. As the my fingers were pulled toward the needle, I tensed up and gripped the fabric against the throat-plate and, my legs gripped the chair. As I gripped the chair, my legs splayed pressing the leg-switch farther. My tiny fingers zipped through and were sewn together in a flash. The needle stitched large straight stitches across three of my fingers near the first knuckle. I pulled my fingers away from the machine, now with fabric scraps attached to them, and my mother pulled me over to her lap. She quietly calmed me and snipped the stitches one by one, pulling out the threads with tweezers. My angel was working hard that day as the needle had missed every bone and there was no permanent damage.
That ended the sewing lesson for the day and left me with a vivid memory that remains with me to this day. With the retelling of this memory, I cannot resist rubbing the area that got stitched together and and 're-feeling' the tingle of panic. |
It double-posted for some reason.
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