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…last time this happened to me, I knew exactly where the needle was. It was in the nailbed of my left index finger.
oh I have also Done That. Left finger, through-and-through. Dude was at home but was out mowing the lawn. I was alone in the house. I stared at it. I had no health insurance.
I thought to myself, very clearly and calmly, either I can remove this now before it starts to hurt, or I can freak out and probably incur a lot of debt. Odds that they’ll know how to remove it easily at the hospital are low. (My source on this: Having stepped on a nail my first year of undergrad. No one in that emergency room had the faintest clue how to pull a nail out of something. They used needle-nosed pliers. I would have been better off going to a carpenter. It was expensive, time-consuming, and extremely annoying.)
So I went and got a pair of sturdy pliers from the basement, sat down on the floor, and removed the needle. Dude came in shortly afterward, when I was still sitting on the floor trying to make my finger bleed to get out any dirt that might have been in there, and I don’t know that he really believed what I’d just done, but he did go fetch me the rubbing alcohol nicely enough.
It healed surprisingly quickly and cleanly, for which I am eternally grateful.
…last time this happened to me, I knew exactly where the needle was. It was in the nailbed of my left index finger.
oh I have also Done That. Left finger, through-and-through. Dude was at home but was out mowing the lawn. I was alone in the house. I stared at it. I had no health insurance.
I thought to myself, very clearly and calmly, either I can remove this now before it starts to hurt, or I can freak out and probably incur a lot of debt. Odds that they’ll know how to remove it easily at the hospital are low. (My source on this: Having stepped on a nail my first year of undergrad. No one in that emergency room had the faintest clue how to pull a nail out of something. They used needle-nosed pliers. I would have been better off going to a carpenter. It was expensive, time-consuming, and extremely annoying.)
So I went and got a pair of sturdy pliers from the basement, sat down on the floor, and removed the needle. Dude came in shortly afterward, when I was still sitting on the floor trying to make my finger bleed to get out any dirt that might have been in there, and I don’t know that he really believed what I’d just done, but he did go fetch me the rubbing alcohol nicely enough.
It healed surprisingly quickly and cleanly, for which I am eternally grateful.
