the second-to-the-last time I will recount this story
So, I stabbed myself in my thumb with the end of my knife which resulted in a 1/4-inch puncture wound that somehow landed me in the emergency room.
I'm a big girl, a little blood doesn't scare me; in fact, my first thought upon stabbing myself was, "well, that sucks." But as I was cleaning and bandaging my thumb, I felt dizzy...and the next thing I knew, I was on the floor and Chef Edwards was crouched over me asking if I was alright. My ears hurt, I got sick in the hallway and I think it goes without saying that any space of time you can't recall what happened is pretty fucking scary. Then the fire department arrived, restored vitality (or rather, my actual skin color) and I spent the next few hours playing pincushion in the ER.
All in all, it wasn't so bad (am I channeling Polyanna?) but in all seriousness, it's not everyday that Firemen take my clothes off.
I'm a big girl, a little blood doesn't scare me; in fact, my first thought upon stabbing myself was, "well, that sucks." But as I was cleaning and bandaging my thumb, I felt dizzy...and the next thing I knew, I was on the floor and Chef Edwards was crouched over me asking if I was alright. My ears hurt, I got sick in the hallway and I think it goes without saying that any space of time you can't recall what happened is pretty fucking scary. Then the fire department arrived, restored vitality (or rather, my actual skin color) and I spent the next few hours playing pincushion in the ER.
All in all, it wasn't so bad (am I channeling Polyanna?) but in all seriousness, it's not everyday that Firemen take my clothes off.