Bleed the sorrow
So, I did something painful and dumb today at work. Well, it wasn't painful and dumb in and of itself, it was just an innocent little lean. I meant no harm on the sink in the bathrooms on hole 6, I just was trying to get this sludgy junk off of my hand and try to wake up a bit. So I leaned up to get a better look at it with the soon to be running water.
And then, destiny struck... (Damn you, Calvin!)
The sink fell from it's lodging on the wall and came crashing down to the ground; I was still leaning on it.
I cut the hell out of my hand and wrist. It was quite hurtful. I bled for about thirty minutes, I think I cut a blood transporter thingy (veins or arteries, I can't keep them straight) I made a bit of tourniquet from Rosa's bandana (sorry) and I made my hand turn white, to stop leeking. Eventually, I did and was able to put a band-aid on.
Now I have gauze and wrap on my wrist. It's gonna be tough explaining this one to the straight-edge kids....
And then, destiny struck... (Damn you, Calvin!)
The sink fell from it's lodging on the wall and came crashing down to the ground; I was still leaning on it.
I cut the hell out of my hand and wrist. It was quite hurtful. I bled for about thirty minutes, I think I cut a blood transporter thingy (veins or arteries, I can't keep them straight) I made a bit of tourniquet from Rosa's bandana (sorry) and I made my hand turn white, to stop leeking. Eventually, I did and was able to put a band-aid on.
Now I have gauze and wrap on my wrist. It's gonna be tough explaining this one to the straight-edge kids....
I shouldn't go swim, but I'm gonna.
[UPDATE: I went to the doctor to have nasty lil' mole/pre-cancerous spots removed from my flesh, as some of you may already know. While there, I asked about my wrist. He looked at it and said that if I go swimming, I'll get it infected and have to drop out of work for a while. Of course, having no desire whatsoever to miss work for any reason (ever) I decided to get stitches and not swim tonight. I will still be going to the lake, but I may just visit for a bit and then take off for a play with Lynlea the Emo and her Kimber-town family. That will be enjoyable as well. I now smell of diesel fuel and cauterized flesh (which is not a great combination, I assure you) so I will go shower, oh so gently with my wounded hand. Peace. ]
posted by -mike- at 12:19 PM
2 Comments:
Poor, Poor Mike
& His Bleeding Hand haha
It honestly hurts pretty bad. I got 4 stitches.
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