Oww (part 2)
So I woke up this morning, took some Aleve and I can move okay. I go into work, work for about 2 hours when Dan (the guy who runs Boll) comes in with ripped pants. So I’m setting up the sewing machine to fix em when I manage to stab myself with a triangle… protractor… thing. Moral of the story I cut the sole of my foot wide open… and may or may not have gotten blood on the floor. Not wanting Dan to freak, cos I’m weird like that, I waited till he left to look at it again. I didn’t think it was that bad but now… I think it went in kinda deep… and it doesn’t hurt or anything, it’s just bleeding and I don’t want it to get infected. And considering I don’t have any Band-Aids (we REALLY need a shop first aid kit…) I had to MacGyver a Band-Aid from a napkin and packing tape. Oh yeah, check out that beauty.
Am I good or what? Now if you will excuse me, I’m going to lift heavy boxes over my head and pray they don’t fall on me… again…