Life of a sex shop worker (part 5)

Towards the end of my time with the company I had an experience that was to change my life forever.

I was working with S that night. He had stayed back as he and his partner were having a few problems and he wanted a bit of space from him. He was using the time while I was there for him and I to reorganise the shop and move things around a bit, change displays and just generally freshen things up a bit.

About a couple hours into all this a customer came in and headed straight for the strap on’s section which we had just completed moving and re displaying. I motioned to S that I would take this customer and walked over to offer assistance and have a chat.

He was very keen it turned out, to buy a strap on for his wife to use on him. So we pulled them out of the boxes. The particular brand he was looking at was quite an expensive one, over 200 dollars, and we were close to target for the week, so I was keen to make the sale.

The customer wasn’t too sure how the strap on went together. It had a leather harness that went around the body like underwear, and then a plug that went in the back, and the dong clicked in on the plug at the front. Then to hold the whole thing together and to stop any bruising, a piece of leather with a hole clipped over the base of the dong at the front with large press studs.

I was at the part of placing the contraption together, where I pressed the pres studs and was applying pressure with my thumb, when in my head I heard what sounded like a gun shot and my thumb was in unbeliveable pain. I looked down and my thumb was a weird shape and red and throbbing. I handed the strap on to the customer and excuse myself and headed over to S.

“I think I just broke my thumb on the strap on”, I cried softly.

S took one look at me and burst out laughing. “You have GOT to be kidding me girlfriend! Let me look!”

I was holding my right thumb with my left hand. I unclasped my hand and showed him.

“It doesn’t look broken. Go run it under cold water out the back and I will finish the sale for you.”

I headed out the back to run my thumb under the tap. I felt like such a fool. I had probably just pinched it on the clip or something. But as I ran it under cold water the swelling increased and the pain became worse. Finally I decided I had to go to the hospital and have it looked at.

S offered to call his partner and have him drive me to the hospital, but I said I was sure I could drive and would let him know what the hospital said.

I got in the car, and after working out how to start the car with my left hand I was on my way. By the time I reached my place which was on the way to the hospital, I was in so much pain that I pulled in and asked my mum who was babysitting to continue driving me the rest of the way. My sister had just arrived home and said she would watch Master three and a half, so we continued on our way to the hospital. On the way I told mum how I had dine it, she nearly had an accident from laughing so hard….I guess “I broke it on a strap on dildo” does have a funny ring to it!

I didn’t realise how funny a ring it had till I was speaking to the triage nurse at the hospital.

I sat down clutching my thumb and she asked me what I had done.

“I think I broke my thumb at work”, I replied.

She started pulling out forms. “Workers comp dear. I need to know exactly what you were doing and how you broke it.”

“I was showing a customer how to put together a product we sell and I broke it.”

“Need more info than that dear….what were you demonstrating to him?”

“A strap on dildo. I broke my thumb on a strap on dildo.”I blushed, as I do, and I am sure the whole waiting room was silent and hear me!

“Ummm can you just wait their a minute please?”, and before I could reply, she was up and out the door laughing and calling out to someone to come and hear this. She came back in with another nurse in tow and asked me to repeat it. I did. They both walked out laughing. By now I was in considerable pain and really didn’t see the humor in it.

To cut a long story short, they had to call in a doctor cause the one in emergency apparrently refused to see me for religious reasons or some such thing and I was taken off to have x-rays.

“So you’re the dildo girl?” the x-ray technition chuckled as she took my pictures. It was not funny any more.

“Oh my!”, she said as she looked at my x-ray a few moments later. You shattered your thumb a beauty! How big was that dildo and what did you do? Use it for a hammer and missed and got your thumb? This is unbelievable! The top of your thumb is completely shattered!!!”

I felt ill.

Twenty four hours later I was seeing a specialist. It seems I had a bone tumour in the tip of my thumb and the pressure of pressing on the press stud was enough to shatter the bone surrounding the tumour. Apparently it had become egg shell thin as the tumour ate the bone away.

The specialist couldn’t tell me if it was cancerous and wanted to operate straight away. (He had a good chuckle over the strap on story too. By then I had pain killers and could see the humour in it all). Another 24 hours later I was in hospital. They rebuilt my thumb from a bone in my wrist and now 12 months down the track you wouldn’t know what had happened except for a couple of scars. I regained use of my thumb after 4 months of having my arm completely immbobilised.

But for the four months in a cast I had to answer the same question over and over and over again, in the shops, at my mothers church, at my sons day care everywhere I went people would ask…

“What did you do to your thumb?”

“I broke it on a dildo”

What else could I say really *grins*

Just another little piece of me…..