I was setting a fork race yesterday and the tool slipped and cut my hand.
While the accident was quick and painless, the impact was severe and the gash was totally gross. I could see deep inside my hand, the pink tissue mixed with wet grease and dirt. I stared for a second, and then the blood began to gush.
Since I felt no pain, I bandaged the wound and applied pressure, eager to stop the blood and resume work. My friend Casey insisted I needed pro help and drove me to the nearest doctor.
One hour, six stitches, and a tetanus shot later, I was on my way back to work.
Today is Sunday. I'm pain-pilling and answering emails at home. Back to work early tomorrow, stitches to be removed next week. God bless doctors, science, and thoughtful friends. Onward!