STORY TIME, again
When I was about 6, I woke up one mothers day morning and tried to find something great to give my mother. I found this amazing looking stick. But it just didn't look good enough to give to "my" mother, in it's current state. I decided it needed to be bark free. Then it would be a grand present.
So I brought the stick into the kitchen, got a knife and started cutting off the bark. I was just about done, but there was this knob I couldn't get off. I got the best grip I could on the stick with my left hand and started stabbing at the knob with my right. Apparently, I was not thinking of what would happen when I eventually did stab it off. I finally pierced through the knob on the second thrust, It cut like butter, and then the knife plunged into the area between my thumb and index finger. It was too fast to actually hurt, and I barely noticed what had happened.
I work my way to my mothers room with the stick in hand and woke her up. I tried handing her the stick and was about to tell her my hand was bleeding. But, she immediately noticed my hand was bleeding all over the place and rushed me to the hospital. She never noticed I was trying to give her a present for mothers day :(
When I was getting my stitches I asked the doctor why he decided to spend his life sewing people and not clothes. I also told him my mom was good at sewing clothes and maybe he could give her some of the special doctor string so she could do it next time. that way we wouldn't have to bother him. After the doctor gave me 3 stitches and congratulated me on my cooperation, he said I was lucky the knife wasn't pointier or I would have lost all use of my thumb.
So I brought the stick into the kitchen, got a knife and started cutting off the bark. I was just about done, but there was this knob I couldn't get off. I got the best grip I could on the stick with my left hand and started stabbing at the knob with my right. Apparently, I was not thinking of what would happen when I eventually did stab it off. I finally pierced through the knob on the second thrust, It cut like butter, and then the knife plunged into the area between my thumb and index finger. It was too fast to actually hurt, and I barely noticed what had happened.
I work my way to my mothers room with the stick in hand and woke her up. I tried handing her the stick and was about to tell her my hand was bleeding. But, she immediately noticed my hand was bleeding all over the place and rushed me to the hospital. She never noticed I was trying to give her a present for mothers day :(
When I was getting my stitches I asked the doctor why he decided to spend his life sewing people and not clothes. I also told him my mom was good at sewing clothes and maybe he could give her some of the special doctor string so she could do it next time. that way we wouldn't have to bother him. After the doctor gave me 3 stitches and congratulated me on my cooperation, he said I was lucky the knife wasn't pointier or I would have lost all use of my thumb.