Comments | settiai: Head, meet desk.

settiai

Head, meet desk.

Nov 18, 2010 22:52

I swear, sometimes I have no idea how I've managed to survive as long as I have. I'm a walking accident waiting to happen!

No, no, seriously. Only I could look down, think "hmm, I wonder why there's a puddle of blood on the floor," and only then realize that there's a (shallow, barely more than a scrape) three-inch long cut going down the front of ( Read more... )

real life: injury

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spiletta42 November 19 2010, 04:15:53 UTC

There are more blood vessels than nerves in the skin on the front of your lower leg. So it's not entirely you. Well, depending on how you actually managed to cut yourself.

settiai November 19 2010, 04:21:12 UTC

The problem is that I literally have no idea what I did to cut my leg! I mean, all I've done is walk back and forth from my bedroom to the kitchen a couple of times. I don't even remember hitting it on anything!

spiletta42 November 19 2010, 04:23:06 UTC

Ninja infestation, perhaps?

jeanne_dark November 19 2010, 04:56:10 UTC

Oh geeze! That reminds me of the time I stabbed myself in the leg with an x-acto knife and didn't even notice until I felt something dripping down my leg. Still wtf-inducing, even all these years later.

amaresu November 19 2010, 13:04:27 UTC

If it helps I once sliced my big toe open and didn't realise I'd done it until my sandal went squish. Ten stitches and I never felt a thing.

These things happen, what the hell?

amedia November 20 2010, 06:15:31 UTC

Depending on where you were at the time, I have two words: tetanus shot!

(Maybe just because TODS and I both got them this summer, his because he scraped himself on a picnic table, mine because my doctor was on a get-everyone-up-to-date roll and I didn't duck fast enough. :-) And misery loves company.)