Last night I finally did the one thing I dreaded I'd one day do on my sewing machine... in my pregnant clumsiness, I sewed straight through my finger.
If you want to see the photos, they're here. They're not bloody or anything, but I didn't assume that you wanted to see them pop up here when you visited my blog. In the photos you can see how the thread is threaded through my finger. And if you're not familiar with sewing machines, their needles are a whole lot thicker than regular pins or sewing needles.
I let out two short screams at the initial pain, then was panicky until Rusty calmed me down (he's great at crisis management, I've discovered). Then amazingly, it didn't actually hurt that much and it didn't bleed (you know I was more concerned that I would get blood all over my quilt!), it just throbbed. Rusty was able to get me to focus to try to figure out how to get my finger out of there... with all the mechanics and thread, it was pinned in. It was finally Rusty's idea to just start unscrewing things, and he just happened to start with the screw that secures the needle. Good idea, I just couldn't think of it at the moment!
Once we cut some threads from the bobbin side and under the fabric I was working with, I was free. Since it wasn't bleeding or really freaking me out too much at that point, we took pictures. Rusty removed the needle in one quick movement, which didn't hurt that much. After applying pressure and putting it on ice for a while, it really didn't feel that bad. I figured it would be killing me this morning, but it's just barely tender. The body's ability to heal is amazing to me.
Now, time to get back on the horse.