I Bleed For You. Not.
I cut my left index finger earlier, and it became really bloody, for a moment interrupting my train of thought as I STRUGGLED to finish my very last academic requirement for the semester. My own finger seemed to be rivaling the senakulos of Pampanga in terms of blood flow. Hmmm.
It was an unusual cut. Unlike any other cut that normally slices through my epidermis, like a torn sheet of bond paper, this one took a chunk of flesh with it. So if you look closely, there seems to be a mini-crater on my finger that, well, is bleeding from a gash/excavation. Your pick.
I tapped my finger against my desk; nothing solid imbedded, so it meant that there was no danger of a splinter stuck somewhere, which would have been really annoying and mean more blood. It was just really a wound that, at this rate, wouldn't stop bleeding.
I pondered two options: one, to bleed it on purpose, i.e. squeeze my finger and see the blood rush out of the broken flesh or two, just let it be and patiently wait for the blood to coagulate into a manageable mass so that my finger is solid enough to hit the keyboard keys at a reasonable pace.
I decided to hasten the bleeding process and squeeze my finger until I couldn't squeeze anything out anymore and pretty soon I was making a bloody mess on my desk that I had to clean up with wads of tissue paper.
Sometimes, we have to unleash our inner sadist/masochist and face things as they are in order to make life as normal as possible. Sh*t happens, and when it does, I just have to take my bleeding index finger and squeeze it until it is bled dry.
Then I wouldn't have to bother with Betadine or band-aid, even if the Mediplast plaster were the cutest thing in the world.
My finger looks/feels pretty funny now thanks to that little "excavation" that's only slightly noticeable if I run my thumb over it.
But at least it's no longer bleeding.
It was an unusual cut. Unlike any other cut that normally slices through my epidermis, like a torn sheet of bond paper, this one took a chunk of flesh with it. So if you look closely, there seems to be a mini-crater on my finger that, well, is bleeding from a gash/excavation. Your pick.
I tapped my finger against my desk; nothing solid imbedded, so it meant that there was no danger of a splinter stuck somewhere, which would have been really annoying and mean more blood. It was just really a wound that, at this rate, wouldn't stop bleeding.
I pondered two options: one, to bleed it on purpose, i.e. squeeze my finger and see the blood rush out of the broken flesh or two, just let it be and patiently wait for the blood to coagulate into a manageable mass so that my finger is solid enough to hit the keyboard keys at a reasonable pace.
I decided to hasten the bleeding process and squeeze my finger until I couldn't squeeze anything out anymore and pretty soon I was making a bloody mess on my desk that I had to clean up with wads of tissue paper.
Sometimes, we have to unleash our inner sadist/masochist and face things as they are in order to make life as normal as possible. Sh*t happens, and when it does, I just have to take my bleeding index finger and squeeze it until it is bled dry.
Then I wouldn't have to bother with Betadine or band-aid, even if the Mediplast plaster were the cutest thing in the world.
My finger looks/feels pretty funny now thanks to that little "excavation" that's only slightly noticeable if I run my thumb over it.
But at least it's no longer bleeding.