No, that's not a suicide threat or anything, just an admission of how freaking clumsy (and dumb) I can be.
A few months ago I sliced my finger open cutting an onion, requiring some stitches and a couple hundred bucks since I went to an out-of-network emergency facility.
Sunday I was joking about it with a friend who almost cut his thumb off with a saw.
Earlier this evening I was cleaning the girls' cage and decided to put a hole in a piece of cloth so I could chain it to the wire of the cage (if you have rats you understand.) So I got the proper tool grapped a pair of dull scissors and carefully pointed them away from any flesh pushed them with great force right through my left index finger.
Direct pressure, hand over my head...
I hope the bleeding stops soon, I've still got rats to medicate and I'm getting woozy.
On the other hand (Heh. All I have now is the other hand!) I was contemplating ordering a cheesesteak for dinner. Now I have an excuse; I need some iron.
Posted by Nic at February 3, 2004 06:31 PM | TrackBack