Then I started sewing. (WARNING: GRAPHIC IMAGES COMING!!). Only, I now realize, I was using some poor sewing technique on a very powerful machine. This happened:
I called dear Mr. Cool, and he raced to pick up wee Cool and myself. We headed to the ER--my first visit for myself in almost 22 years. They took an x-ray:
My bone had actually broken the needle, primarily because of its hollow tip. Very delicately, they numbed my finger and removed the two foreign bodies--the two pieces of needle and the thread. It all came out. A new tetanus shot and some antibiotics later, I returned to the scene of the crime.
The next morning, I replaced the needle and finished three of the five bags I had been planning to make.