Technically, it didn't cut it all the way off. Just mostly, and technically it was not my entire finger, just a small piece on the side at the end. No bones or anything. I did almost throw up and then almost pass out however, which was a little bit of a shock to me because I don't really get grossed out that easily. (Let's get serious, I sell my bodily fluids a couple times a week) I just heard the slice, thought, "What the heck?! That was so stupid!"and then wrapped it in a tissue before I could even look to see what exactly happened. The sound told me it was not just a paper cut. I told my boss (yeah, happened at work), she looked and then drove me over to the health center. They told me it was a pretty clean slice so they wouldn't bother me with stitches. Instead they got a bunch of little strips of tape and some glue, taped me up, gave me a juice box and sent me on my merry way.
On Monday, a very mean doctor very viciously pulled those tape strips off and we had a look.
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They had to give me another juice box.
2 comments:
Of course, juice boxes make everything better, right?
I'm sorry about your finger. That is not fun at all. I hope it heals quickly.
I have a scar almost exactly like that, only mine was with a scalpel, it didn't go all the way to the nail, and I consoled myself with fruit snacks.
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