Conventional methods of popping the filter-like-thing off were not working so I decided to try a knife. I could post a picture of how I thought this might work but I don't want you to think even less of my intellect as you will by the time this entry is done.
Of course, the knife slipped and I cut myself and there was blood everywhere. everywhere. I got the bleeding to stop within about 10 minutes and took a closer look at my wound - I didn't know that if you cut yourself deep enough you could see your fat cells. Because the bleeding had stopped I thought that if I bandaged it up enough I might be OK - I crafted quite a wrap that stayed on all night - when I woke up and unwrapped the wound it pretty much looked the same as it did when I went to bed so I thought I should at the very least have someone take a look at it so off to the insta-care I went.
I learned a valuable lesson at the insta-care today. If you think the cut is bad it probably is and you have about an 8 hour window to get it stitched with very little concern that the cut will not heal properly. I waited too long and now I have an 20% chance of my cut not healing well.
Here is a picture of Dr. Buggar's handi-work (yes, you read it right - Dr. Buggar)
Here is how I will look for another 14 hours --
It's been a great Sabbath...
4 comments:
I've seen the fat cells! Gross, huh! Oh, ouch. I am so sorry for you. You want to hear something sad? I was looking up at my ceiling the other day and noticed that there are blood spots there from the avocado pit episode. YUCK! So be sure you check your ceiling for blood spatters. Love you...
What is it about the women in my life and knives and hands? I guess it's not just the women. I forgot about dear old Dad and his unfortunate meeting with the table saw. Gah! Now i'm nervous to pick up 'anything' sharp.
Sheesh! Yuck! Are you going to be ok to stil have the party? I am sorry! That's all you needed!
Your just not destined to do physical labor.
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