Calling Dr. Hubby

I smashed my left thumb today when I was taking care of the last task of my gardening session. I was putting away the trash bin, fitting it into the side of the house, when I maneuvered it with such a clumsy force, my thumb got caught between it and the side of the gate. At first, it felt like I just smashed it. So I wrapped my right hand around my thumb and waited for the stars to subside. When I looked down at it and saw blood, I ran into the house calling my hubby and ran to the sink to start rinsing it. My hubby came in asking me what's wrong. I showed him the bloody wound on my thumb, and he went to the hallway to get our various plastic bins of wraps, bandages, Bactine and antibiotic ointment. My thumb quivered under the running water. I sprayed Bactine on it and we gazed at the wound. It's right in the fleshy part of the thumb and looked like it's innards were spilling out a little. Hubby says, "your left hand." Perfect, says the south paw.
"The emergency room?" My hubby asked. "No, I don't want to go." He wrapped it in lots of bandages and helped me to the couch. I really felt faint. He's used to that.
Ever since I had our son, if I get into a fix like that...whether it's me, or my kid, I get faint.
Two summers ago, our son got stung by these toxic tiny black jellyfish in Mexico. All three of us got stung...we were not too bright. The sign said peligroso, danger, but we just wanted to feel the water. At local beaches, the jellyfish are several feet apart. These creatures dotted the waves like chocolate chips, and even touching our toes to the water allowed them to stick to our feet. A lady came up to us with a bottle of vinegar and we all used it, but our son got the least of it. He started getting a weird pain in his leg that traveled to his groin, and was in excruciating pain. We had to call a doctor. While waiting, he was on one lounge chair, and I was in another, nursing a fainting spell.
Hubby traveled between the two.
So today, after he got me on the couch, he got me some ginger ale, turned on the ceiling fan and gave me the remote for the TV.
I didn't want to start watching TV.
So, he started reading the Life of Pi to me.
When I injure myself I just get weird. I have visions of not being able to do anything without hurting myself again. It will pass.
Hubby made lunch and dinner. Yummy.