I got a nasty cut on my thumb. After 15 minutes, it was still bleeding and had not slowed down at all.
There was a family discussion as to whether or not I needed stitches and should I go to the ER to have a doctor examine the wound. However, I already had my pajamas on, so I didn’t want to leave the house.
We decided to superglue the wound closed to stop the bleeding, which worked. After that, my thumb was wrapped in gauze and tape.
The worst part, was when Mom cleaned the wound with rubbing alcohol. I was hollering and squirming around in my chair. Gwen asked, “On a scale of 1 to 10, what’s your pain level?” Mom thought that was funny, because I was in more pain after she started doctoring my thumb than I was before she started.