Ugh... The pain...
So I cut off a chunk of my finger today at work.
Yeah, really. It bled for hours.
Yeah, a chunk. Like the size of a tooth.
Some guy walked up behind me as I was cutting up some chicken. He said somethin, I turned my head on the last cut I made, and off went a part of my finger.
Fuckin people. Makes me want to cut their finger parts off.
So now I have it wrapped in gauze. The nerves are really tender. It hurts to type, but I do it anyways. Can't let a little inconvenience like not having a part of my finger slow me down.
No, I didn't go to the hospital.
No, I couldn't get stitches.
Tell ya what. It hurt a lot. I made myself go into shock right afterwards so I wouldn't feel it so much. Just wrapped my glove tight around my finger. Went into the office, and got a bandaid. I'm a bad muthafucka. That was about halfway through the night. 4 hours before I came home and treated it right.
Dan the manager guy almost puked and passed out. He talks a lot of shit for being that big of a pussy. I guess its not that uncommon though. I know a good amount of people that get queasy about blood. Not me though. It's just blood.
The thing that kind of grosses me out, is the fact that the nice chunk of my finger that was cut, wasnt attached to me. My guess is, it got mixed in the chicken, and someone ate it.
Sweet. Some one ate my fleshy parts. I've made a cannibal right here in Lapeer. I guess it wouldn't have been so bad if it were cooked first. It wasn't. The chicken was already cooked, so the chic I was workin with probably just tossed it in the salad.
So I came home. No one to comisserate with me. No one to share my pain. Just a bleeding finger, some gauze, and my computer. Most excellent day, indeed.
-phantom finger- !!
Yeah, really. It bled for hours.
Yeah, a chunk. Like the size of a tooth.
Some guy walked up behind me as I was cutting up some chicken. He said somethin, I turned my head on the last cut I made, and off went a part of my finger.
Fuckin people. Makes me want to cut their finger parts off.
So now I have it wrapped in gauze. The nerves are really tender. It hurts to type, but I do it anyways. Can't let a little inconvenience like not having a part of my finger slow me down.
No, I didn't go to the hospital.
No, I couldn't get stitches.
Tell ya what. It hurt a lot. I made myself go into shock right afterwards so I wouldn't feel it so much. Just wrapped my glove tight around my finger. Went into the office, and got a bandaid. I'm a bad muthafucka. That was about halfway through the night. 4 hours before I came home and treated it right.
Dan the manager guy almost puked and passed out. He talks a lot of shit for being that big of a pussy. I guess its not that uncommon though. I know a good amount of people that get queasy about blood. Not me though. It's just blood.
The thing that kind of grosses me out, is the fact that the nice chunk of my finger that was cut, wasnt attached to me. My guess is, it got mixed in the chicken, and someone ate it.
Sweet. Some one ate my fleshy parts. I've made a cannibal right here in Lapeer. I guess it wouldn't have been so bad if it were cooked first. It wasn't. The chicken was already cooked, so the chic I was workin with probably just tossed it in the salad.
So I came home. No one to comisserate with me. No one to share my pain. Just a bleeding finger, some gauze, and my computer. Most excellent day, indeed.
-phantom finger- !!