I have to admit, I was kind of missing decorating eggs, having candy, easter egg hunts, and of course, the Easter Ham. I mean, Sunday was just so anti-climatic. It usually was this way in the US as I go to church every Sunday as it is. But at least in the Midwest there were churches all around having big celebrations and stuff. Oh well.
As I made my way to Tania's she asked me to take a mototaxi to her house. This is basically a large golfcart that they use for a taxi service. They are like aunts crawling all over the place and usually are seen in the more impoverished areas of Peru.
I don't know how it occurred, but somehow as I got out of this mototaxi I cut my hand open right at the base of my Left pinky. I started bleeding everywhere as I got out to pay the driver. Once I made it into Tania's house they helped me wash it out and everything and I just put a bandage on it while we ate lunch.
A little bit later after it stopped bleeding, Tania and I took a closer look at it. It was a very deep cut. I may as well have taken a knife and sliced across it. Tania and I could both see the fatty tissue of my hand. She commented she thought I possibly might need stitches. I was actually thinking the same thing. Then I sat there and thought, "I don't know where to go to get them here or where I live. Healthcare doesn't cost much here, but it will still cost a good chunk of change, and in reality, I have to be at Stake Conference Choir practice in an hour and a half."
So I looked at Tania and said, "Do you have any Super Glue?"
It's the latest thing I heard in medicine right before I left the US. For small cuts and scrapes, instead of going through the hassle of stitches, doctors are just using super glue to put it back together.
Well, Tania did have some. Course, she was worried about an infection, but I said with all the chemicals they have in that stuff, I don't see how any self respecting bacteria could survive. Tania put some on while I pinch my skin back together. It hurt like the devil for a few seconds, but the skin stayed together.
Here are some before and after pics.
I only played with one hand at choir rehearsal that night. But so far so good. Though I haven't told my mom about this yet as I'm guessing she might freak out. Mom's tend to do that.
