Seriously people, I could not make this stuff up!

 So life around here has been pretty stressful. Between waiting for the results from Little J's EEG and everything else, I admit that I have been feeling a bit stressed out. And when I get stressed out, my immune system pretty much shuts down, so I wasn't all that surprised when I came down with a killer cold that quickly turned into a sinus infection/infected tonsils/walking pneumonia/imminent death.

I felt pretty lousy for a few days and was starting to get my strength back today but still had a pretty nasty cough. I figured I'd take myself down to Fresh Market and grab a bunch of veggies and whip up a super healthy cold fighting soup! The sun was out, it was a gorgeous day, I was singing as I sliced my veggies for my soup - singing - yes, paying attention to what I was doing - not so much.

I sliced the end of my finger right off. No kidding.

There was that brief moment where I thought maybe it wasn't too bad, that I had just gotten the nail, but then I stuck it under the water in the sink, got a good look at it and almost passed out. I grabbed a dish towel and tried to calm myself down as I started dialing everyone I could think of who might be home: my mom, my friends, no one was around. I tried to get it to stop bleeding for over half an hour before I faced the inevitable - I needed to go to the ER. I called Big J at work and asked him to come home and get me.

We went to get Little J from pre-school and headed over to the ER where I was whisked into a room rather quickly. I was doing quite well until the nurse went to clean it off which is when I passed out for the first time. She revived me and then made small talk about how impressed she was that I was making soup from scratch and hadn't cut my hand on a soup can like most people. (Hey, at least I'm original in my injuries!)

The doctor came in shortly thereafter and proceeded to put something that looks like a very small chain link fence on the wound (passed out a second time - it hurt!!). He explained that I had cut down deep enough to have exposed the nerve which was why it hurt so freaking much and then proceeded to theorize with the nurse on how to ease the pain. I felt like I was on an episode of House. They finally decided to experiment on me by soaking my finger in an oral solution of lydocane (sp?) which worked wonders. They bandaged me up and sent me on my way with a prescription of vicodin as the lydocane was starting to wear off and my finger was starting to throb again.

Let me just say this, if I don't see the inside of another medical building ever again, it will be too soon! Want to come over for dinner tonight? We are having finger sandwiches, chicken fingers, and lady fingers for dessert. (Big J's joke for the evening - it's only funny 'cause I took the vicodin already.)

Eeeek - an EKG

 We successfully survived the EEG. Thank you so much for all of your support via comments and e-mails. It means a lot to have virtual strangers (although you don't feel like strangers) offer such kind and comforting words.

We started of with a bang when we drove to the wrong location for the procedure (true WI Mommy style!). We were about 100 blocks off and raced to make it to the appointment without being too late. Then we were informed that Little J was going to have to sleep during the appointment.

Ha-ha, yeah, right.

This is the child that does NOT sleep on demand, especially not somewhere other than his bed, especially NOT when he is overtired, and especially NOT with a million little wires hooked up to his head.

We however lucked out with the best technician EVER who managed to lull our little guy into a deep and apparently productive sleep. She got whatever readings she needed from him and we were allowed to wake him up after about twenty minutes or so. They also had plenty of readings from the half hour of him trying to fall asleep while we were with him and several minutes of a bright strobe light being flashed in front of his face.

All in all, not as traumatic an experience as I had thought it was going to be, but not one that I am in any hurry to repeat. My SIL had some extra soon to expire Disney Dollars from her credit card and had sent them over last week, so I hit the Disney store Sunday afternoon for some retail therapy and had some great toys to distract Little J during the gluing-on-of-the-electrodes portion of the morning. He was quite the little trooper and seemed to recover rather quickly from the whole event. I will feel better once I hear from the doctor and know for sure what the tests actually reveal.