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An ever-so-slightly gory story...

On Friday, we had gale force northerlies. The wire-reinforced glass in my classroom door (which is directly open to the north)cracked all over in dramatic fashion when one of my year 9s tried to get back into the room after going to the bathroom. The Guidance Counsellor rushed over and taped over all the cracks in the glass and on Monday morning (a freeeeezing cold Monday morning at half past eight) the glass man came and repaired the window while we shivered in the classroom with the cold air whistling in (it's winter here, remember)!

The glass man cleaned up the mess he'd made but clearly not well enough. Today I sat down outside my classroom to read something in the sunshine, and my hand brushed along the decking. Something seemed to cut me. Darn, I thought, a splinter from the new wood - but it wasn't.

There were slivers of glass trapped in a long cut down my palm. Blood welling up everywhere, I took out some of the glass but realised some was trapped. I grabbed some tissues off my desk and made my way up to the Office and requested tweezers. The Secretary came with me to the sick bay and she ferretted through the first aid packs for some tweezers. She found some and then tried to get the glass out. She kept saying, "Jenny. Oh, Jenny!" in a kind of 'I can't believe this has happened to you but it's kind of funny' tone. The glass didn't come out but I could feel the tweezers clacking against it (shudder) and I started to feel quite ill. And it really hurt! The bell went while I was trying to wash the blood away before we had another attempt, and lots of teachers and a few students were coming past the sick bay and stopping to see me! I was yelping and trying to be calm and luckily our DP went off to start my Ethics class! Another teacher brought in some needles and was really hoping to have a go at removing the glass! Oh lucky me!

Jackie finally got the glass out and we slopped a bit of diluted Dettol on it which really stung! I yelped all over again! Then I covered it all up and tottered over to class. Crisis over. But it stings quite a lot now. And I can't lean on my hand at all. I am sure it'll be fine in the morning though. It's just a cut. And at least the caretaker has vacuummed the deck now.

And that was the highlight of the day. Oh and it'll cost over two grand to fix my car. I'm trying to ignore that. And I guess that's all from me tonight.


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Jul. 1st, 2008 12:14 pm (UTC)
I hope your hand really is better in the morning.Poor you
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Jul. 8th, 2008 10:31 pm (UTC)
It was fine by morning.
Did you really get bitten by a horse?
Jul. 1st, 2008 06:51 pm (UTC)
Sorry about your hand, hope it feels better soon....

Sorry about the car too - what does it need doing to it?
Jul. 8th, 2008 10:32 pm (UTC)
The car needs a new solenoid, which new ex-France costs three and a half thousand dollars - for one part! But my guy can fix the whole thing for two and a half thou. *shudder* Steve said he'd pay...
Jul. 1st, 2008 10:56 pm (UTC)
That's horrible! It was very careless of him to leave glass laying around like that.

I'm glad you're okay, and hopefully the pain goes away soon.


And btw...car repairs...I feel your pain!
Jul. 2nd, 2008 09:58 am (UTC)
Ooh, I'm so sorry to hear about your hand. If you don't mind me saying, it would really be worth your while getting the wound checked out properly: my mum cut her hand on some glass (she dropped a ketchup bottle) when I was a kid and about ten years later she started to have mobility problems with that hand - it turned out a tiny bit of glass had been trapped inside the wound and had now shifted to cause problems. She ended up needing a small operation to sort out the problem. And since you're always so ridiculously busy, I'd hate to see something like that happen to you too.
Jul. 8th, 2008 10:33 pm (UTC)
Yikes! No, I think I'm fine but thanks for your concern. I worked with a teacher once who'd be thrown through a windscreen. Ten years later she was still getting little bits of glass and gravel out of her skin, they'd slowly work their way out. Very nasty.
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