Ok, so here's the story. On Sunday completely by accident my mother's dog escaped her house. In searching for her I witnessed her being hit by a car. I jumped out of my own car and ran over to her to stop her thrashing around, knowing I was going to get bit, but I knew I had to get her to stop thrashing so she didn't injure herself more, or possibly bolt again if she was able. In catching hold of her she managed to bite me five times before I got her pinned and she relaxed.
I knew at least one of the bites was bleeding but so as not to upset my already upset mother even further, I pretended I was fine until we got the dog to the emergency vet and found out she was ok (extremely lucky, she was knocked down and went under the car, but all she got was some road rash on her stomach). When we got back to her house I did a cursory rinse of my hand to clear some blood and dog hair off a deep puncture in my palm. My room-mates and I then drove home, and upon arriving my BFF helped me thoroughly examine and clean the bites (five bites, three drew blood, the one in my palm the most serious). At this point my hand and arm were seriously swollen and I noticed my middle finger would not fully extend. We slathered everything in neosporin, bound it up, and I went to bed (it was about one am now).
Next morning my BFF drove me to the walk in clinic where I got a tetanus and everything examined. The bite was infected and so I was put on antibiotics, which I expected. The doc was concerned about my finger (which still wouldn't extend, she couldn't even manually extend it herself) and I got xrays taken, which showed no fractures or any obvious injuries. She gave me a referral to a hand specialist and my xrays to take to him, and sent me home.
I called and made an appointment with the specialist for the next day. My finger still would not extend and it hurt all the way up to my elbow. Not twenty minutes later they called me back and said they needed to move my appointment from afternoon to first thing in the morning, and not to eat anything after midnight, because if my tendon was ruptured they wanted to do surgery immediately. I let my boss know I was possibly having surgery the next day and made arrangements just in case I did.
That night when I got home from work I went in to take a shower. Clumsy me, as I got in the shower I kind of stumbled a little bit and instinctively planted my hand on the wall to steady myself. There was an incredibly loud crack (my BFF heard it from her room it was so loud) and suddenly the pain was gone, and I was able to extend my finger just fine. I was amazed, and when I told my BFF that the crack had been my finger, we drew the conclusion it must have been dislocated but were curious why it didn't show on the xrays.
I decided to keep my appointment for the next morning just in case, and went in first thing. The nurse was extremely nice and compassionate as she took me into a room and took my blood pressure and such. Then she asked to see the bite wound. I showed her my palm and it was an instant change. She looked at the small puncture in the center of my hand (much less swollen and angry red), then looked at me with a 'you got to be kidding me' expression, like I was wasting her time. She got very cool and abrupt after that, then went out and got the doc.
He was extremely nice and examined the xrays and my hand, and I told him what had happened in the shower. He felt my finger and extended it a couple times then told me I had a pretty bad case of trigger finger, and the swelling around the bite had caused swelling in the nodules on my tendon, and basically locked my finger into place. When the swelling went down and I hit my finger just right, the tendon popped free and I could move it again.
He didn't seem to think I was wasting his time at all over such a 'small' puncture wound and was very nice and helpful. When I left, the nurse gave me a dirty look from the desk, which I just ignored.
I don't know if she was expecting me to have a big gaping wound or what but any nurse or doctor should know that an animal bite (or any other puncture wound) can create much more damage beneath the surface than what shows on the surface. And if she'd looked at my chart, she should have known that not being able to extend your finger after a bite could mean something extremely serious so coming in was hardly a waste of her time even if the outside wound looked very small.
Bleh.
I knew at least one of the bites was bleeding but so as not to upset my already upset mother even further, I pretended I was fine until we got the dog to the emergency vet and found out she was ok (extremely lucky, she was knocked down and went under the car, but all she got was some road rash on her stomach). When we got back to her house I did a cursory rinse of my hand to clear some blood and dog hair off a deep puncture in my palm. My room-mates and I then drove home, and upon arriving my BFF helped me thoroughly examine and clean the bites (five bites, three drew blood, the one in my palm the most serious). At this point my hand and arm were seriously swollen and I noticed my middle finger would not fully extend. We slathered everything in neosporin, bound it up, and I went to bed (it was about one am now).
Next morning my BFF drove me to the walk in clinic where I got a tetanus and everything examined. The bite was infected and so I was put on antibiotics, which I expected. The doc was concerned about my finger (which still wouldn't extend, she couldn't even manually extend it herself) and I got xrays taken, which showed no fractures or any obvious injuries. She gave me a referral to a hand specialist and my xrays to take to him, and sent me home.
I called and made an appointment with the specialist for the next day. My finger still would not extend and it hurt all the way up to my elbow. Not twenty minutes later they called me back and said they needed to move my appointment from afternoon to first thing in the morning, and not to eat anything after midnight, because if my tendon was ruptured they wanted to do surgery immediately. I let my boss know I was possibly having surgery the next day and made arrangements just in case I did.
That night when I got home from work I went in to take a shower. Clumsy me, as I got in the shower I kind of stumbled a little bit and instinctively planted my hand on the wall to steady myself. There was an incredibly loud crack (my BFF heard it from her room it was so loud) and suddenly the pain was gone, and I was able to extend my finger just fine. I was amazed, and when I told my BFF that the crack had been my finger, we drew the conclusion it must have been dislocated but were curious why it didn't show on the xrays.
I decided to keep my appointment for the next morning just in case, and went in first thing. The nurse was extremely nice and compassionate as she took me into a room and took my blood pressure and such. Then she asked to see the bite wound. I showed her my palm and it was an instant change. She looked at the small puncture in the center of my hand (much less swollen and angry red), then looked at me with a 'you got to be kidding me' expression, like I was wasting her time. She got very cool and abrupt after that, then went out and got the doc.
He was extremely nice and examined the xrays and my hand, and I told him what had happened in the shower. He felt my finger and extended it a couple times then told me I had a pretty bad case of trigger finger, and the swelling around the bite had caused swelling in the nodules on my tendon, and basically locked my finger into place. When the swelling went down and I hit my finger just right, the tendon popped free and I could move it again.
He didn't seem to think I was wasting his time at all over such a 'small' puncture wound and was very nice and helpful. When I left, the nurse gave me a dirty look from the desk, which I just ignored.
I don't know if she was expecting me to have a big gaping wound or what but any nurse or doctor should know that an animal bite (or any other puncture wound) can create much more damage beneath the surface than what shows on the surface. And if she'd looked at my chart, she should have known that not being able to extend your finger after a bite could mean something extremely serious so coming in was hardly a waste of her time even if the outside wound looked very small.
Bleh.



That nurse was very unprofessional.
Did you get kitty bonks after? Do you have cool scars? (I should tell you about the time my sister gave me a scar...)
it's still there on my finger, left middle, like I had gotten something shoved in it, and it's been at least 12 years since. It stands out because my fingers are darker/have melanin in them. So strange...
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