Argh, my finger!
I just cut myself so bad! The outer knuckle of my left forefinger became a flap of skin and lots and lots of blood! And all because I can never learn to use scissors instead of knives when I’m cooking. Since I’m me, my first thought was “Oh no, I won’t be able to play videogames tonight!”. My second thought was “How will I ever be able to wash my hair tomorrow morning?”.
So, I phoned my parents, hoping that dad would pick up. He cuts himself a lot, and my mom panics and worries a lot, so I really wanted to talk to him. Mom picked up the phone. I asked if I could talk to dad, trying to sound as if nothing was wrong. Mom saw right through me, so I had to tell her. She panicked and handed the phone over to dad.
Dad told me how to tape it up, but wanted to know how deep it was (if I could see bone, I’d have to go to the hospital). I was bleeding too much to see, though, so we talked about washing my hair and cooking for a while. Then I put the phone down to lift the flap of skin (I couldn’t see bone :D), and when I picked the phone back up, mom was there. And since moms are special like that, I started crying.
So she phoned big brother for me, he came over to patch me up, poured whiskey down my throat in true Swedish fashion, and finished cooking my couscous and tomato-sauce.
THE END