Q Finally Sent Me To The ER

The Bite —Early on Saturday morning I attempted to give Q a bath. He was distracted by a towel I was going to use and did not care that my hand was attached to that towel when he jumped out of the tub and bit the towel. For a second I did not realize how bad it was, but when I saw my own blood I knew it was bad enough to need stitches. So I grabbed my stuff and headed to the car ... but I got dizzy and fell to the floor in the garage. Knowing I could not drive to the hospital I headed for the phone in the kitchen. On the way I fell again, knocking over my keyboard in the living room. I called 911 and while on the phone fell again in the dining room. By the time the paramedics arrived I was no longer dizzy so after they bandaged me up I drove myself to the hospital. Obviously I was in no mood to take a picture so the one above was taken 4 days later as the doctor prepared me for stitches.

The After ER Picture — The ER staff said they could not stitch me up because it was an animal bite and referred me to a hand specialist. They took x-rays and said Q had chipped my bone so they bandaged me up, shot me with some fantastic pain medication because I was in the worst pain of my life, and 2 hours later I was home with a prescription for powerful pain pills and antibiotics. I was told to take the antibiotics and if needed the wound could be stitched in a few days.

Stitched Finger — I went to the hand specialist on August 15, 2007 (first appointment I could get) and he was very upset that the ER left the wound open. He ripped the bandage off fast sending me into a painful dizzy mess of a state and I again started bleeding. I told him the tip of my finger was numb and he said Q got a nerve. So I don't know if that means I will never have feeling or that the nerve will heal and I will again feel my finger tip. But basically on the right side of the finger from my top knuckle to the tip I can't feel the finger. He gave me 6 stitches in his office and said he had never done stitches in his office before (he was not happy). He sent me home with instructions to take a pain pill right away because I would need it (and I took a whole - previously I had only taken a half).

After 13 years I have decided this is it and I am attempting to find a home for Q. I don't want my face to be next and I want to give him a chance for a long life. But I don't expect anyone to want him so I will likely have to get him euthanized. This is not something I want to do ...but if I do I will find a way to at least donate his body to research.