In which there is more pain and suffering--now with stitches!
Friday, I decided to have chicken salad for lunch, so I opened a can of chicken.
Almost.
The elderly can opener did a poor job, and I attempted to wrest the jagged lid off manually.
IT DID NOT GO WELL.
Of course, the thing slipped and I cut the hell out of my left pinky. I immediately stuck the injured digit under the cold water tap and tried v. hard not to A) throw up, B) pass out, or C) both. Grabbed a paper towel and held it on the finger with pressure, then sat down as to minimize the danger should B occur.
After a few minutes of dripping gore all over the place, I risked a look under the towel to assess the damage.
IT DID NOT GO WELL.
If you were around for my hysterectomy stories, you may recall that I am Squeamish Girl Extraordinaire, and the possibility of A occurring was quite high for a bit. I managed to fight it off, and my peek had indicated that this needed the care of professionals and that right sooneth.
As I waa too wobbly and bleedy to drive, I called a cab and had them haul me to the nearest urgent care clinic (which is pretty near, thankfully) where the lovely (hawt) Dr. Vu Dang gave me four stitches and a new can opener recommendation.
Oh yeah, did I mention I'm left-handed?
*sigh*
I'm definitely a danger to myself, if not others.
Almost.
The elderly can opener did a poor job, and I attempted to wrest the jagged lid off manually.
IT DID NOT GO WELL.
Of course, the thing slipped and I cut the hell out of my left pinky. I immediately stuck the injured digit under the cold water tap and tried v. hard not to A) throw up, B) pass out, or C) both. Grabbed a paper towel and held it on the finger with pressure, then sat down as to minimize the danger should B occur.
After a few minutes of dripping gore all over the place, I risked a look under the towel to assess the damage.
IT DID NOT GO WELL.
If you were around for my hysterectomy stories, you may recall that I am Squeamish Girl Extraordinaire, and the possibility of A occurring was quite high for a bit. I managed to fight it off, and my peek had indicated that this needed the care of professionals and that right sooneth.
As I waa too wobbly and bleedy to drive, I called a cab and had them haul me to the nearest urgent care clinic (which is pretty near, thankfully) where the lovely (hawt) Dr. Vu Dang gave me four stitches and a new can opener recommendation.
Oh yeah, did I mention I'm left-handed?
*sigh*
I'm definitely a danger to myself, if not others.