second, i'm being completely facetious because i should really know better than to do what i did. i was slicing cheese, trying to get one last slice off the end of the brick. i put the cheese face down on the cutting board, in attempt to filet the cheese. anyone knowing the nature of cheddar cheese and it's tendency to be cut it the way that one least expects it would know what an idiot i am for even thinking it was a plausible solution to my one-more-slice-itis. rather than fileting the cheese, i fileted the back of my middle finger, resulting in a mad dash around town to find an instacare that could stitch me up without my having to wait an hour for my turn. i guess i should mention that this whole ordeal began about 15 minutes before my graduation bbq was set to begin. i was only 90 minutes late for my own bbq, hosted by me at my house. anyhow, $400 and 5 stitches later, this is the end result. not to worry, my squeamish readers, there are no gory pictures to be had here. i'm all bandaged up and intend to stay that way. but for the next 10 days, i get to walk around looking like i'm flipping off the world, which may in fact be an appropriate expression of how i feel about having to find a job.
(this is the splint i get to wear until the stitches come out so that i don't bend my finger and pull the stitches out before they're ripe.)
i'll be sure to take a pic and post it once i'm all healed up. then we can all enjoy together the scar that makes it look like my finger is frowning at me. as well it should.
3 comments:
I'm so sorry! However, your post is pretty darned amusing. The post, not the event you wrote about. :)Love ya, Liz!
Congrats on graduating though! Sorry I couldn't make the BBQ but thanks for being sensitive to us squeemish ones. :)
Is that on the same hand that had the pointer finger stitches too? Or are you trying to spread the "experience" equally among hands?
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