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Last Wednesday, I got in a car accident. Today, I cut my thumb open at work.




So I cut myself on a blade in the frame shop, and you know how you have like, two seconds between when you cut yourself and when it starts to gush blood? I actually had time to drop my tools, peel it apart to look at it, decide not to panic, clamp it with my other four fingers, and go page the manager. By then, though, it was dripping blood down my arm. I didn't want to get it on the carpet of the frame tables, because that would be incredibly a) gross, b) hard to clean. So I held it out over the hard floor, away from any absorbent surfaces, and called for a coworker. "Cheryl? Can I get some help over here?" Cheryl is an older woman who works in the next department over, a very capable mother/grandmother sort. She didn't immediately answer, so I called again. "...Cheryl?"

"I'm coming!" she called back, moseying around the corner. By this time, I had at least one track of blood spiraling energetically down my arm and probably eight or twelve good-sized splatty drops on the floor. Cheryl took one look and dashed for the paper towels that I couldn't reach without getting blood on the carpet. "You dumb shit!" she muttered. "What'd you do?" So she sent me to go find Val, the manager, while she cleaned the floor. Maybe you have to actually know Cheryl for that to be funny, but I was intensely amused at the time.

It took us probably about fifteen minutes (and a call to my mom) to decide whether or not I was actually going to go to the med center, but I obviously did end up going. I was pretty sure there wasn't any deep damage; the joint was working fine and such, but there were little uneven squishy bits inside the cut, so I went to be on the safe side. It only took about an hour, which was much better than I expected. So four stitches and a huuuge wad of tube gauze later, everything looks like it should be fine.


I even worked the rest of my shift after the fact, though I did take a nap once I got home.

Edited 1:25 a.m.: I can't decide what's more annoying. The way my arm hurts from holding my hand above my heart, or the way my thumb throbs when I give up and let my arm hang for more than thirty seconds. Maybe I should just go to bed. Again.
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