Traumatizing Experience

So, I know I'm a bit dramatic. I know that I can exaggerate things a tad. But this was seriously one of the worst experiences of my life! I cut my finger cutting some lettuce for the below event of the MOM's dinner. (So if any of you reading this were at the dinner and ate my salad, and haven't been feeling well now you know why. Just kidding, the salad was perfectly safe to eat). I immediately grabbed my finger before any blood appeared, washed it, and put two band-aids on it and took an 800mg Ibuprofin. It hurt, but really, I was fine.....so I thought. Fast forward to 2am. Woke up to  a throbbing finger. I was pretty much awake the rest of the night. The next morning I took the band-aid off, showed Aaron and he was very concerned because it was swollen, and bleeding just as bad as if I had just cut it. He tried his best to persuade me to go to the doctor. But I'm stubborn. (not one of my better qualities) and said no. He put some anti-biotic cream on it and re-wrapped it. The pain was through the roof. Man I'm stubborn. I took another pill. Pain subsided. At 10:30 it really started to hurt again and then the fear of infection got the better of me. So I called my neighbor, who I absolutely knew would force me to the doctor. She took one look at it and said, "I'll drive you myself". My heart started racing just a tad. The thought of stitches, meant also a shot. Now, please know, I'm not entirely a wimp people. I did have one baby al-natural. I have felt physical pain before, but I was sceered to the point of tears.

To make this long story shorter, I had to have two stitches put in. It took 45 minutes to numb the finger enough for me to be able to have the doctor scrub (isn't that a fun visual) the wound and then stitch it. I thought I would faint. I didn't bawl, but I did cry. So, my goal is to never repeat this experience EVER in my life.

Here is my finger 3 days after it happened.