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So, today at work I got an ice cut. Yes, you heard me right, an ICE CUT.
I was reaching into the ice-cream freezer to get out the tub and my index finger was too close to the wall and a sharp edge of ice found it's way between the nail and the rest of my finger. Apart from the fact that nothing ended up in the wound (because it melted away), I was bleeding everywhere from under my nail. I had to patch it closed with a few band-aids and a plastic glove (which was a really silly idea because, hi, I work in front of a hot metallic surface).
Even though it's been hours since the incident, it really bloody hurts (no pun intended). I wouldn't worry too much, except it's on my writing hand which makes it all the more difficult.
I am sure in a few weeks time, i'll look back at this and laugh. Hah, Ice cut.
I was reaching into the ice-cream freezer to get out the tub and my index finger was too close to the wall and a sharp edge of ice found it's way between the nail and the rest of my finger. Apart from the fact that nothing ended up in the wound (because it melted away), I was bleeding everywhere from under my nail. I had to patch it closed with a few band-aids and a plastic glove (which was a really silly idea because, hi, I work in front of a hot metallic surface).
Even though it's been hours since the incident, it really bloody hurts (no pun intended). I wouldn't worry too much, except it's on my writing hand which makes it all the more difficult.
I am sure in a few weeks time, i'll look back at this and laugh. Hah, Ice cut.