Bad Day...
Yesterday sucked! Everyone was pushing my buttons and seeing how pissed I'd get before I'd snap. And just a side note here--I don't do well with stress... when it gets really bad, I start halucinating and all... I was suspicious of people, like Rob. And on top of that, my chest was tight and I couldn't breathe and my heart was going way too fast for my liking. Everyone else was getting at least 10min last breaks, but I was told I wasn't allowed to have one. So I had to suffer with all of that and couldn't have a cool down moment. It just fed the fire more.
So we - me and Rob - get to my house and I fell asleep for I don't know how long, just about 10 minutes or so I guess. Then we went back to Martin's to get some stuff to make salsa. I made some the other night and it was good, so I wanted to make more and can it. We get all the veggies: tomatoes, onions, hot peppers, green and red peppers... I had enough garlic at the house. I got the green and red peppers chopped up and in the pan, started working on the hot peppers. Rob ran down to the basement to get us some TV dinners, since everyone in the neighborhood was at this cook out that we were not invited to for some reason. So we're in an empty house with empty stomachs. I heard him coming up the stairs and playing with the cat, then he made a noise and scared me.
The big butcher knife sunk into my finger...
It wasn't pretty. I though Rob would cry. It was so deep. I'm surprised the tip didn't come off. It was hanging by a few threads. I was just trying to stay calm and think "Hey, I've had worse, it's no big." And I'm putting pressure on with a paper towel while it's quickly filling up with my blood that's pouring out. I told Rob to go get my stuff (I should have been more specific and said First Aid, but I wasn't thinking straight.) and I realized, I was light-headed and the room was going black. I didn't want to be stupid and think I could handle it then pass out and get hurt worse, so I ran to the nearest chair. When he came down, I told him to run over to the cook out to get my mom so she could look at it (since all I could see was black spots and that's not good while trying to examine the damage) and he took off. They came back soon and she looked at it while I sat by the sink (I was pretty weak and pale) and she rinsed it and looked some more. She said she didn't think it would need stitches. (It was close) So now I have to figure out how to work with it like this. I'm afraid I'll hit it the wrong way and it'll just rip off the rest of the way. And if they start bitching about why my finger is all mummified, if I tell them the truth they won't believe me and just put that "Did you go to a doctor? Why not? You need a note!" shit they always do. I'm not wasting someone's time and the money that I DO NOT HAVE for them to look at it. If it starts looking suspicious or it won't heal right, I'll go. But I have some pretty good stuff here...
Maybe I'll get some pics of my mangled finger sometime... if I don't die when I look at it....
Now I have to go try to shower with a bandaid on so the water pressure (of about 70psi) doesn't rip my finger off the rest of the way!
So we - me and Rob - get to my house and I fell asleep for I don't know how long, just about 10 minutes or so I guess. Then we went back to Martin's to get some stuff to make salsa. I made some the other night and it was good, so I wanted to make more and can it. We get all the veggies: tomatoes, onions, hot peppers, green and red peppers... I had enough garlic at the house. I got the green and red peppers chopped up and in the pan, started working on the hot peppers. Rob ran down to the basement to get us some TV dinners, since everyone in the neighborhood was at this cook out that we were not invited to for some reason. So we're in an empty house with empty stomachs. I heard him coming up the stairs and playing with the cat, then he made a noise and scared me.
The big butcher knife sunk into my finger...
It wasn't pretty. I though Rob would cry. It was so deep. I'm surprised the tip didn't come off. It was hanging by a few threads. I was just trying to stay calm and think "Hey, I've had worse, it's no big." And I'm putting pressure on with a paper towel while it's quickly filling up with my blood that's pouring out. I told Rob to go get my stuff (I should have been more specific and said First Aid, but I wasn't thinking straight.) and I realized, I was light-headed and the room was going black. I didn't want to be stupid and think I could handle it then pass out and get hurt worse, so I ran to the nearest chair. When he came down, I told him to run over to the cook out to get my mom so she could look at it (since all I could see was black spots and that's not good while trying to examine the damage) and he took off. They came back soon and she looked at it while I sat by the sink (I was pretty weak and pale) and she rinsed it and looked some more. She said she didn't think it would need stitches. (It was close) So now I have to figure out how to work with it like this. I'm afraid I'll hit it the wrong way and it'll just rip off the rest of the way. And if they start bitching about why my finger is all mummified, if I tell them the truth they won't believe me and just put that "Did you go to a doctor? Why not? You need a note!" shit they always do. I'm not wasting someone's time and the money that I DO NOT HAVE for them to look at it. If it starts looking suspicious or it won't heal right, I'll go. But I have some pretty good stuff here...
Maybe I'll get some pics of my mangled finger sometime... if I don't die when I look at it....
Now I have to go try to shower with a bandaid on so the water pressure (of about 70psi) doesn't rip my finger off the rest of the way!