S.R. Wild: Artist and Graphic Designer

My Swollen Biscuit Snatcher

16:10
10
July
2009

swollen hands

Tuesday evening Magpie and Victor were sitting on the couch, staring at each other and growling. Rather than watch a cat brawl with horrible screaming that still startles me, I decided to diffuse the situation by moving one of the cats. I chose Magpie. When I tried to pick her up she freaked out and started clawing and bitting me. I got a few scratches and her tooth or claw punctured a small hole in my palm. After the fur settled, Undead Molly kindly helped me dress my wounds with peroxide and bandages with cartoon characters on them.

Everything was fine until yesterday afternoon when that tiny puncture on my palm started to bother me. It was sore, swollen, and red — rubbing it on the desk as I moved my mouse probably didn’t help. Things got worse as the day went on. I slept, or tried to sleep, with an ice pack on it last night, which helped a little. Magpie slept on top of me all night: a furry, purry, warm pack. When I woke up this morning it was really swollen and I couldn’t use it at all (it looked sort of green too). Plus, it really hurt — my whole arm hurt. My hand was just a throbbing, puffy claw.

swollen hand

I decided not to go to work this morning (I felt like an idiot calling in sick because my hand hurt from a cat scratch). I needed to take care of my paw before it got worse. Besides, I would have been useless: I was sleep deprived and only had the use of my left hand (I’m right-handed). I thought about going to the Emergency Room but I was able to get an appointment with a doctor.

As the doctor was looking at my inflated hand, red streaks started to appear up my arm, a sign of a bad infection. I was given an injection of some super antibiotic in my right butt cheek and sent home with some enormous antibiotic pills.

swollen hands

I’m exhausted, cranky, nauseous, my head is pounding, and my hand really fucking hurts. It’s more swollen now than when these photos were taken. I wish I had started taken photos last night so I could make a movie. Typing with one hand is a bit annoying too. I could be mad at Magpie (she’s sleeping at my feet as I slowly type this) for putting me through all this, but how can I be mad at a face like this…

Magpie

1 Comment

  • molly said 1836 days ago:

    It’s too bad those photos don’t really do it justice. It was quite a sight. You were like a lobster-y Dick Tracy villain.

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