Johnny Swallow
Bad Daddy Johnny
So I was at work today, and I just happened to be wielding a large butcher knife. (Heh-heh, stupid boss should've known never to give me such a powerful tool) So anyway, I'm cutting with it...it slips...sting...hold finger up...stare..."I don't remember having 6 fingers on this hand"....bleeding...squeeze...find the boss....'hold it over your head' he says....over the head it goes....wash it under some water...still gushing....wrap it in towel...more squeezing....talk to the boss...'here's a form to go to the Emergency Room' he says...off I drive to the ER, one handed, well actually no handed for about half way. (I'm a master of Knee driving on the interstate.)...get to the ER..."Hi, I'm dying of blood loss, how are you?"...have a seat...answer questions about my vitals...no no no, my insurance info, home address, phone #, THOSE vitals....sit in a treatment room...wait a while...see the nurse and then the doctor...get injected with numbing agent...watch them give me 4 stitches in my middle finger....right down the middle from my nail to about an inch in to my fingertip...I didn't feel like working today anyway.
I still have my digits, I don't live in Afghanistan. Today was a good day.
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I still have my digits, I don't live in Afghanistan. Today was a good day.
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This post brought to you by: Tomorrow "A mystery I have yet to unravel."
AIM: JuanSwallow