God dammit. I was just opening my new Utilikilt – the new black workman’s I bought after selling the Survival last month – and I did one of those stupid things. I keep my knives really really sharp. And I picked up the package and grabbed my gerber folder and slash. Only my aim was […]
God dammit. I was just opening my new Utilikilt – the new black workman’s I bought after selling the Survival last month – and I did one of those stupid things.
I keep my knives really really sharp. And I picked up the package and grabbed my gerber folder and slash. Only my aim was off and my finger happened to be right there.
And you know I slashed much much harder than I needed to. Taking out a little anger and frustration on the inanimate object, I guess, after a very disordered and frustrating day yesterday.
So I didn’t just cut my fingertip. I fuckin’ hacked it. Normally a super-sharp knife cut feels like almost nothing, but this felt like I’d just slammed my finger in a car door. And then it started bleeding.
I’m still soakin’ through bandaids. And typing without the use of my left index finger. Good thing blood and pain don’t bother me.
13 thoughts on “Ow.”
owie owie owie fuck, dude.
Play with crayons for a while, OK? As Hiromi has pointed out, the wrong kind of finger injury can mess up certain activities for life.
This one mainly just fucks up my typing. B^)
Pian is one thing, especially if it’s someone else’s, but finger pain freaks me out – – Ouch! Shiver.
How about some stitches in that thing?
Beginning to read your post, I actually murmured (out loud, mind you) “Oh fuck! He sliced his finger off!” Then I got to the end of the post. Mind your fingers. And yes. Circe has the right of it. Superglue works. Has the ability to burn like a mofo, but it works.
Hey. So yesterday’s frustrations turned into today’s. Not great. Understand more. Still wish that I could help and find a way that would make you smile. Everyone needs it. The body has amazing abilities to heal- and fingers will remain useful. Need them for more than typing in life.
As Hiromi has pointed out, the wrong kind of finger injury can mess up certain activities for life.
Even with intensive training for the other hand — I’m convinced these things are genetically coded.
No stiches, AAG. I’m made of stern stuff. It’ll heal. Eventually. C, DN, you bet I know about superglue. Works great. Plus, you know, good for huffing.
DBD, sometimes a frustrating afternoon just sort of goes on and on for days. Or weeks. Or months.
H, good thing this wound is in my felt hand. Not near as important for THAT. Though it is the finger with the F tattoo.
Am I just a heartless bitch? I was relieved that you didn’t cut your new and beloved utilikilt…
Just be careful with superglue, it burns. Use a butterfly bandage.
Yes Fredlet, you’re a heartless bitch. BUt I agree with you. The kilt escaped damage. And you know, i don’t care if the superglue burns. It’s nothing compared to the soul-searing pain of day-to-day living.
So, I should take that “heart donor” sticker off the back of my license?
No, it’ll be like a switcheroo, like yelling psych!. It’ll be quite the laugh.
“Wait! She’s empty.”