My new life as a one-armed bandit
Why you should always eat breakfast *first*, before you do anything else
Thanks to my own stupidity, during circumstances that I will not indulge in here, I cut myself in the finger today.
My knife slipped, and its edge burrowed itself into the base of my left forefinger. Judging from the hole in my glove, it must have gotten about seven millimetres deep.
My first thought, before I was even feeling any pain, was: ‘Aaargh, this is going to bleed like hell!’, and I quickly struggled off the glove. And it sure bled – like hell.
My sink was splattered with blood, and there just didn’t seem to be any way of stopping it. Since it was early in the morning, and I hadn’t eaten any breakfast yet, all the pain and bloodflow made me start feeling a bit faint. Yes, I think this is very silly and embarrassing, but if I haven’t eaten anything in the morning and I happen to feel strong, sudden pain, I might faint. It has happened on two other occasions, one of them when I had a bad flu while travelling through dark Siberia on a train, after I had burned my fingers on the wagon’s water heater when trying to get me something nice and hot to drink.
Anyway, as I felt the blood leaving my brain and my sight getting dark and dazzled, I thought to myself: ‘I sure as hell am NOT going to faint before I’ve bandaged this wound!!’ I sat down on the floor, and started rubbing my wrist to get the blood pumping stronger. Unfortunately, since my left forefinger was a bit impaired now, I chose to rub the left wrist with the right hand, and while it surely did get the blood back to my brain, it also made the blood flow even more friskly out of the wound.
Well, while the blood was splattering over the floor and my trousers, I tried to cut myself a big piece of plaster. When I had finally managed to do this, there still was the problem of getting on the plaster. I recalled a passage in a Stephen King story where some people, who were stranded on the wrong side of time in an empty airport with a lunatic who tried to kill them, had bandaged a girl who had been stabbed deep in the chest with a kitchen knife. When you pull out the knife, quickly replace it with the bandage compress and press all you can, before the blood gushes back. So, I pressed very hard with a tissue paper compress, and then quickly replaced it with the plaster and fastened it tightly ... For a short while, the blood continued flowing through the plaster, looking quite interesting as it bulged out of the round holes in the orange tissue, but then it calmed down and stopped. Phew ...
Anyway, this means that I’m a bit of an invalid now, since I didn’t want to risk ripping up the wound again by overstraining my left hand. So, no more restoring furniture for a while ... And no more biking for a while. Well, maybe it’s just as well that pretty much the only thing I can do now is studying ...
Well, I hope I’ll get a nice scar from this. :oD