dragonlady7

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well today i slipped with a knife and cut the fuck out of my left index finger. i was tidying, i wasn’t even doing anything useful or reasonable, i’ve just been putting stuff away, and somehow i just cut the fuck out of myself. I instantly ran to the first aid kit to get a bandaid on it but like even as i stood there with it wrapped in a paper towel i was like mm the tip of my finger has gone slightly numb, this is not band-aid-able.

fortunately BIL and i were just finishing doing an involved thing, and he was about to drive to Schenectady, and there’s an urgent care on the road enroute. So I told him I needed to go get stitches, and he sat me in the car with the a/c on because the stupid vagus nerve reaction thing had set in so i was dizzy and sick while he ran in and put together the invoice for the thing, and my sister brought me snacks and a water bottle and off we went. He came in to make sure the urgent care could actually help me, and then left to finish his errand. I went in and got four stitches.

(As the PA student was cleaning the wound I wound up with blood all down my wrist and she apologized for the mess and I was like “Ma'am it is clear that I am the one leaking here” which she thought was funny.) I did get dizzy again but didn’t pass out so that was cool.

(Why do bodies do that. Ah, a blood vessel is leaking, it is time to shut down blood flow to your brain, that is definitely going to help you get out of whatever situation just injured you, for sure for sure!)

In great timing, I was just finishing up when BIL came back through after his errand, which was perfect; I’d just gone to sit outside and wait and he pulled right up.

Fortunately I’d just spent four days scrubbing things and cleaning the commercial kitchen and slaughterhouse, and was just about done, so I could just kind of take a couple of hours off. Later I did wash some eggs, with a rubber glove, and that worked fine. For dinner I wore another rubber glove to eat a hamburger, which made everyone laugh, but I’m supposed to be keeping this thing dry and clean so I wasn’t messing around with hamburger grease.

Sigh. One would hate to be bored. (Your picture was not posted)