Last night I was trying to remove a plant from its plastic bucket and decided to use a box cutter for the job. I sliced the side open and then tried to cut across the bottom. The blade slipped and embedded itself completely into the base of my thumb. The way the blood flowed I knew I just got myself out of doing any more work. Yeah, it's almost like I planned it that way.
Trailing blood like a Freddie Krueger victim, I walked around the back of the house and told Kathy I'd just cut myself pretty bad. I cleaned the profusely bleeding wound in the kitchen sink, applied direct pressure with a small towel and off the the ER we went.
A couple of hours later I was stitched up and on my way home. I only got three stitches, but I made up in depth what I lacked in length. I was lucky I missed any important nerves and tendons which would've been pretty serious. Regardless, I try to keep things light so during the information gathering phase one of the questions an elderly secretary asked me was, "What race do you associate yourself with?"
"5k", I answered.
She got it.
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