Woman mauled in vicious sewing machine attack
At approximately 8 pm last night, a Massachusetts woman was injured in what appears to be a vicious attack by her sewing machine.
The woman, whose name was not immediately available, was placidly sewing on some costumes for a children's school musical production when her sewing apparatus attacked with no warning. With scorpion-like swiftness, the machine reached out and pierced her left index finger with it's needle-sharp needle. The sound of snapping metal reverberated throughout the room and a searing pain overtook the woman. She immediately stood up and examined the finger, from which part of the needle was seen to be protruding, having gone through the fingernail and partially out the fingertip. The only other evidence of this random impalement was a single drop of blood oozing from the fingernail.
She loudly called upstairs, saying she needed immediate medical attention. Her devoted husband drove her to the nearest hospital, using the exact route they had rehearsed only thirteen years earlier in readiness for the birth of their second child. In the waiting room, she ran into xxxxxxxx, who owns the local ice cream emporium and who remembers her from 19 years ago when she used to wheel her first-born in his stroller up to the corner for ice cream and air-conditioning. xxxxxxx was in the emergency room with his father, who had been in the industrial sewing machine business, and who insisted on finding out what brand and type of machine had gone so horribly wrong. Chatting with them was a good antidote to the searing pain now throbbing through the woman's hand. In between shouting her answers at the elderly partially deaf man, they watched "Dancing with the Stars" and assessed their chances of being seen in the near future.
The woman received superior care at the hospital and was home in under three hours from time of accident. She received before-and-after x-rays, a local anesthetic injection into the affected finger, extraction of most of the needle, potent pain management medications, and a band-aid. She also had to endure the radiologist's story of how he had nailed two of his fingers together with a nail gun. She was prescribed potent painkillers, which she advised the medical professional would keep her up all night cleaning the house. No, no, they said. This will make you sleepy AND kill the pain, unlike a sedative. Whilst waiting for the taxi that would take her home, she decided she really did need to lessen the pain, as the local anesthetic began to wear off.
Arriving home at 10:45 pm, she began to putter around the house and wound up writing this memoir of the occasion.
Due to the fact that a fragment of metal remains in her fingertip, eventhough she is actually able to use it without pain to type this report, she will undergo medical follow-up by the hand specialist in a day or two, with an in-patient surgical procedure to remove the remaining fragment of steel in the days to follow.
The sewing machine could not be reached for comment. It may be quarantined and/or destroyed.
The woman, whose name was not immediately available, was placidly sewing on some costumes for a children's school musical production when her sewing apparatus attacked with no warning. With scorpion-like swiftness, the machine reached out and pierced her left index finger with it's needle-sharp needle. The sound of snapping metal reverberated throughout the room and a searing pain overtook the woman. She immediately stood up and examined the finger, from which part of the needle was seen to be protruding, having gone through the fingernail and partially out the fingertip. The only other evidence of this random impalement was a single drop of blood oozing from the fingernail.
She loudly called upstairs, saying she needed immediate medical attention. Her devoted husband drove her to the nearest hospital, using the exact route they had rehearsed only thirteen years earlier in readiness for the birth of their second child. In the waiting room, she ran into xxxxxxxx, who owns the local ice cream emporium and who remembers her from 19 years ago when she used to wheel her first-born in his stroller up to the corner for ice cream and air-conditioning. xxxxxxx was in the emergency room with his father, who had been in the industrial sewing machine business, and who insisted on finding out what brand and type of machine had gone so horribly wrong. Chatting with them was a good antidote to the searing pain now throbbing through the woman's hand. In between shouting her answers at the elderly partially deaf man, they watched "Dancing with the Stars" and assessed their chances of being seen in the near future.
The woman received superior care at the hospital and was home in under three hours from time of accident. She received before-and-after x-rays, a local anesthetic injection into the affected finger, extraction of most of the needle, potent pain management medications, and a band-aid. She also had to endure the radiologist's story of how he had nailed two of his fingers together with a nail gun. She was prescribed potent painkillers, which she advised the medical professional would keep her up all night cleaning the house. No, no, they said. This will make you sleepy AND kill the pain, unlike a sedative. Whilst waiting for the taxi that would take her home, she decided she really did need to lessen the pain, as the local anesthetic began to wear off.
Arriving home at 10:45 pm, she began to putter around the house and wound up writing this memoir of the occasion.
Due to the fact that a fragment of metal remains in her fingertip, eventhough she is actually able to use it without pain to type this report, she will undergo medical follow-up by the hand specialist in a day or two, with an in-patient surgical procedure to remove the remaining fragment of steel in the days to follow.
The sewing machine could not be reached for comment. It may be quarantined and/or destroyed.
posted by BlogMama | Monday, April 02, 2007
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