How not to wash a window... viewer disgression advised!

August 6th started out as such a lazy day.  We slept in and lounged around the house until I couldn't stand it any more and decided to be productive and finally get to washing my windows which has been on my list for a long time.  So Scott and I went to the front yard and got to work.  Unfortunately, our window had a small hole from a hail storm, our most recent storm spread the crack further.

   Without thinking about it I pulled out a rag and windex when my squeegee was streaking the windows.  I remember hearing the crack and knowing I got hurt,

I reacted and pulled my hand away and I felt something on my palm and thought I had a large chunk of glass protruding.  My reaction was to flick the glass out.  I noticed it wasn't flicking and so I stopped freaking out and looked down expecting to have to pull this large chunk of glass out of my palm when I realized it had been my palm flapping around!

I sent Scott to get daddy.  I used my window washing rag to wrap around my hand.  I heard Riley tell Scott to be quiet the girls were a sleep.  Scott said Mommy broke the window and I started yelling, Riley came to the door and I said I need to go to the hospital.  He woke up the girls and threw all the kids into the car and sped like mad to the hospital.  I felt sick.  It was such a busy ER that it took a long time to get into a room and so no one but me really knew the extent of the injury until they peeled back the bandage to get a better look...

After much screaming and tears I was numbed, stitched, and cleaned up.  I painted my finger nails to help the appearance of my Frankenstein-ish hand with 18 stitches.

 

 This is a month later...  It looks so much better but is still quite tender around the injury.  I don't have feeling back in that chunk of my hand yet.

PLEASE BE ADVISED BELOW ARE GRUESOME PICTURES!!!

This picture is after I was finally numb.  I would have been hurting with my palm sliding off before the wonderful drugs!

This one is how they propped my hand for the x-ray to make sure no glass shards were still there.

They got me all cleaned up and ready for stitches.  I was glad I was numb because I was able to disconnect from it being my hand at this point.  Riley was just fine as you can see he took all the disgusting pictures.

Notice the muscle on both sides of the cut.  It was sore to move for a while.  I got pretty good being left handed for a month.