was it the cephalic vein???
and no, this has nothing to do with my cock . . .
of all the random accidents i have ever had, last nites topped it,
i was cut by a painting yester-eve, after finishing my shift i ran home to drop off my bag-o-shears and such, grabbed some party favors and returned to the salon, during a coversation about a magazine cover where the model's hair seemed to glow indigo, i took a step back and knocked over a painting was displayed on table, as i turned around it toppled onto a second which was followed by 3 more, being they were painted on wood, this made for some noise and of course for everyone in the room to turn and take notice, i took my bow and turned around to set them straight, as i was setting the second one up the first one i had set fell back onto my thumb, and hit me square on my thumb's first knuckle, it hurt but it was tolerable, as i lifted the painting off of my thumb, blood shot about 8 inches into the air, i laughed and held my thumb taking myself to the back where i could stick it under water,
as i was rinsing it off, blood continued to spew whenever i released the pressure, i took a look and found a gash that was about 3/8ths of an inch wide that spanned the length of my knuckle where the wood had landed,
roughly 4 squirts later i started to think that i might need stitches, one of my coworkers applied a bandaid fairly tight and i held my hand above my heart to slow down the flow of blood, no sooner did i do this i felt myself go faint
now i am not one that goes faint with the sight of blood, i actually chat it up with the nurses when i have blood drawn,
but this was not the case last nite, i got weak, i grew pale, my skin got cold, my lips turned blue, and all i wanted was to lay down and sleep, and meanwhile in the back of my mind while my friends and co-workers chanted "dont go into the light" i thought to myself, 'i have been through way worse than this, this is not the way i plan to go',
but in all reality does anyone really have a plan for when they go? i felt like i was about to check out, i really did, and all day today i have felt really weak,
but i digress, for a second i could see my obituary,
"hairdresser, 34, dies from loss of blood after severing a vein, not with his scissors, but with a painting,"
the horrid irony to die at the hand of art, something to be said about that . . .
i may continue this ramble at a later post
in the meantime enjoy your lives everyone, its friday nite
of all the random accidents i have ever had, last nites topped it,
i was cut by a painting yester-eve, after finishing my shift i ran home to drop off my bag-o-shears and such, grabbed some party favors and returned to the salon, during a coversation about a magazine cover where the model's hair seemed to glow indigo, i took a step back and knocked over a painting was displayed on table, as i turned around it toppled onto a second which was followed by 3 more, being they were painted on wood, this made for some noise and of course for everyone in the room to turn and take notice, i took my bow and turned around to set them straight, as i was setting the second one up the first one i had set fell back onto my thumb, and hit me square on my thumb's first knuckle, it hurt but it was tolerable, as i lifted the painting off of my thumb, blood shot about 8 inches into the air, i laughed and held my thumb taking myself to the back where i could stick it under water,
as i was rinsing it off, blood continued to spew whenever i released the pressure, i took a look and found a gash that was about 3/8ths of an inch wide that spanned the length of my knuckle where the wood had landed,
roughly 4 squirts later i started to think that i might need stitches, one of my coworkers applied a bandaid fairly tight and i held my hand above my heart to slow down the flow of blood, no sooner did i do this i felt myself go faint
now i am not one that goes faint with the sight of blood, i actually chat it up with the nurses when i have blood drawn,
but this was not the case last nite, i got weak, i grew pale, my skin got cold, my lips turned blue, and all i wanted was to lay down and sleep, and meanwhile in the back of my mind while my friends and co-workers chanted "dont go into the light" i thought to myself, 'i have been through way worse than this, this is not the way i plan to go',
but in all reality does anyone really have a plan for when they go? i felt like i was about to check out, i really did, and all day today i have felt really weak,
but i digress, for a second i could see my obituary,
"hairdresser, 34, dies from loss of blood after severing a vein, not with his scissors, but with a painting,"
the horrid irony to die at the hand of art, something to be said about that . . .
i may continue this ramble at a later post
in the meantime enjoy your lives everyone, its friday nite