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I sliced my hand open on a light at work today.
I was there for only 15 minutes when I have to go set up a party of 9, because the guy told me a wrong number and he was already sitting down. I turn his table and another table together. When we do that we have to raise our light fixtures up and hook them on the ceiling, so I put up the first one, no issue. I move my hand away slowly to make sure it doesn't fall and shatter all over the place. I've had a huge phobia since it happened that one time and I almost got glass all over a baby.
I put my hand on the second light dome to lift it up to rest on my shoulder so I can hook it and the next thing I know there's this loud POP and teeny tiny pieces of glass go everywhere and the light fixture is in my hand. I KNOW there's glass in my hand and I don't want to look. The entire glass dome around the light bulb had shattered in my hand. I take a second to breath and make sure I'm not COMPLETELY hurt. I look down and BAM...blood. Bubbling out of my palm.
I literally push everyone around me out of my way and RUN in back to the sink. My manager saw it happen and ran after me.
We just got these new things to turn on the water in the kitchen and in the state I was in I couldn't comprehend how to turn on the water and NOT hurt myself. My manager Matt grabs my hand, turns my head away, tells me not to look, and runs my hand under the water cleaning up all the blood. I follow him in back bawling having blood stream out of the cut into my other palm, which was over flowing on to the floor. They told me to just bleed on the floor, someone would clean it up. So I dripped all over the place. Blood stiffening and coagulating in my hand. It was horrible. I was shaking so bad. They throw a few things of gauze on the cut and change them as they get full. Of course they couldn't find Band-Aids or anything so I had to stand there for a few minutes.
They put a butterfly Band-Aid on it and taped some gauze down. Then everyone, including myself, realized how badly I was shaking and they made me sit down outside.
They gave me their insurance card, said I would be paid until 9pm, and Matt drove me home. It's pretty deep, but I cleaned it up a few times, because it was kind of oozing for a few hours, and put some Neosporin on it and Band-Aids. Mike said if it looks like this or better tomorrow I'm good, but if it get started to look ANY worse no one's letting me work tomorrow and I have to go to the doctor.
Bleh on all of this.
On some good news:
Went to the gym a few times this week and worked out for over an hour each time.
It feels so GOOD.
I bought a new wallet, since mine was stolen.
Bought sunless tanner.
Bought shoe polish for my Docs.
And I bought a USB cord to hook up my computer to my stereo.
It's so nice. mm mm mm <3
I was there for only 15 minutes when I have to go set up a party of 9, because the guy told me a wrong number and he was already sitting down. I turn his table and another table together. When we do that we have to raise our light fixtures up and hook them on the ceiling, so I put up the first one, no issue. I move my hand away slowly to make sure it doesn't fall and shatter all over the place. I've had a huge phobia since it happened that one time and I almost got glass all over a baby.
I put my hand on the second light dome to lift it up to rest on my shoulder so I can hook it and the next thing I know there's this loud POP and teeny tiny pieces of glass go everywhere and the light fixture is in my hand. I KNOW there's glass in my hand and I don't want to look. The entire glass dome around the light bulb had shattered in my hand. I take a second to breath and make sure I'm not COMPLETELY hurt. I look down and BAM...blood. Bubbling out of my palm.
I literally push everyone around me out of my way and RUN in back to the sink. My manager saw it happen and ran after me.
We just got these new things to turn on the water in the kitchen and in the state I was in I couldn't comprehend how to turn on the water and NOT hurt myself. My manager Matt grabs my hand, turns my head away, tells me not to look, and runs my hand under the water cleaning up all the blood. I follow him in back bawling having blood stream out of the cut into my other palm, which was over flowing on to the floor. They told me to just bleed on the floor, someone would clean it up. So I dripped all over the place. Blood stiffening and coagulating in my hand. It was horrible. I was shaking so bad. They throw a few things of gauze on the cut and change them as they get full. Of course they couldn't find Band-Aids or anything so I had to stand there for a few minutes.
They put a butterfly Band-Aid on it and taped some gauze down. Then everyone, including myself, realized how badly I was shaking and they made me sit down outside.
They gave me their insurance card, said I would be paid until 9pm, and Matt drove me home. It's pretty deep, but I cleaned it up a few times, because it was kind of oozing for a few hours, and put some Neosporin on it and Band-Aids. Mike said if it looks like this or better tomorrow I'm good, but if it get started to look ANY worse no one's letting me work tomorrow and I have to go to the doctor.
Bleh on all of this.
On some good news:
Went to the gym a few times this week and worked out for over an hour each time.
It feels so GOOD.
I bought a new wallet, since mine was stolen.
Bought sunless tanner.
Bought shoe polish for my Docs.
And I bought a USB cord to hook up my computer to my stereo.
It's so nice. mm mm mm <3