A Fun Sunday at the ER

I have come to the conclusion that living at Fort Irwin is bad for my health.  Never in my life have I had to have stitches or broken any bones or anything.  Most of you know about the first incident when I tore my scalp open while shutting the back hatch on my car.  Eric took me into the clinic and I needed several stitches for it.  Well, today we came home from stake conference and I started to make some guacamole.  I was being stupid and while trying to get the pit out of the avocado the knife slipped and went straight through the avocado and stabbed into my hand.  I instantly grabbed it and told Eric, "It's bad. it's bad...I can't feel my middle two fingers."  I thought it may have gone all the way through, but it didn't.  We hurried with the boys to the ER and they took me right in because of the bleeding.  The pain was extremely intense, to the point where all I could do was just breathe deep and rock back and forth on the bed.  It wouldn't stop bleeding--finally after over 3.5 hours of sitting there squeezing it the bleeding stopped enough to look at the puncture.  Apparently it did almost go through my hand and I severed an artery (which is why it took so long  to stop bleeding) but the worst part is I severed the nerve.  The ortho surgeon is going to perform surgery on my hand to try to reconnect it so I can have feeling, at least most of it back.  This is the hardest part for me because I love to play piano and am extremely worried about how this will affect my playing.  I go back for a consult on Thursday (4.5 days from now) too see about the surgery.  The surgeon wants to put me under general anesthesia because that gives him unlimited time to find the nerves, make repairs, etc.  BUT, I am 30 weeks pregnant so now we are in a pickle.  I have to wait until Thursday to see what course of action we will take.   I just really hope I can still play piano.  Plus, until my consult, my hand is wrapped up in a big boxing glove type bandage (refer to the pic--it's not great because Tyler took it).  I can't take it off, get it wet or really use it for anything for 4 days!  I don't know how I am going to cook, take care of the boys, shower, etc.  What a mess.  At this rate I sure hope I survive another 3 years here.  I guess that's all, my hand is tired since I am having to type this with all one hand!  Wish me luck with a full recovery...