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So, last Friday was not really a good day for me. I had gone to bed Thursday night with a headache bordering on a migraine, and it wasn't any better Friday morning. I ended up sleeping all of the morning and part of the afternoon because I hadn't slept well the night before and was feeling so lousy. The headache did finally ease up, but not until around 2:00.
Around 3:00 or so I got a call from my mom. Not unusual, we talk at least for a few minutes most days. She told me this story about a cat that crawled into a dryer and then got locked in when the dryer was turned on. For whatever reason, this story bothered the hell out of me. I love animals, especially cats, and I'm pretty sensitive to any kind of sad animal stories. So I got rather upset with my mom for telling me that story.
My husband and I were planning on going to a friend's birthday party that night, and I said I'd make dessert, which I had planned to do in the morning, but of course it got put off since I wasn't feeling well. So after getting off the phone with my mom, I decided I'd better get going with the dessert. I was making a brownie trifle and using a package of brownie mix. Well, I couldn't open the bag of the brownie mix by hand, so I took a (dull) kitchen knife to it, and promptly sliced my finger open.
I freaked out. I wrapped my other hand around my finger and ran into the bathroom, turned the water on, and stuck my finger under the water. By the time I got the water on, my other hand was covered in blood and the sink was filling up with blood fast. Blood was gushing out of the cut. It looked really bad. After rinsing it under cold water for a few seconds, I wrapped a towel around it in an attempt to stop the bleeding. And then I broke down and just bawled.
I cried in the bathroom for about 5 minutes, then looked at my finger which was still bleeding profusely and ended up calling my husband and begging him to come home. It was around 3:45 at this point and he gets off work at 5:00 anyway, and seeing as it was a Friday (and his wife had hurt herself) his boss didn't care that he left a little early. I couldn't tell at this point if I needed stitches or what, so he rushed home.
In retrospect, it was kinda silly for me to have called him home. Once he got home and got me calmed down, we managed to clean the cut and take a look at it. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was and he didn't think I needed stitches so we just bandaged it up. But I had just been so upset, I didn't know what to do. Have you guys ever had those days, where you just end up bawling over something relatively minor? Yeah, that's what happened here.
The cut is healing up nicely now, though. It bled through a couple of bandages Friday night, but it's pretty much closed up now and doesn't really hurt unless I put pressure on it or bump it into something. The only downside, my husband said, was that if I was planning on committing any crimes lately, the police are going to know exactly who did it 'cuz my fingerprint is going to be very recognizable.
Around 3:00 or so I got a call from my mom. Not unusual, we talk at least for a few minutes most days. She told me this story about a cat that crawled into a dryer and then got locked in when the dryer was turned on. For whatever reason, this story bothered the hell out of me. I love animals, especially cats, and I'm pretty sensitive to any kind of sad animal stories. So I got rather upset with my mom for telling me that story.
My husband and I were planning on going to a friend's birthday party that night, and I said I'd make dessert, which I had planned to do in the morning, but of course it got put off since I wasn't feeling well. So after getting off the phone with my mom, I decided I'd better get going with the dessert. I was making a brownie trifle and using a package of brownie mix. Well, I couldn't open the bag of the brownie mix by hand, so I took a (dull) kitchen knife to it, and promptly sliced my finger open.
I freaked out. I wrapped my other hand around my finger and ran into the bathroom, turned the water on, and stuck my finger under the water. By the time I got the water on, my other hand was covered in blood and the sink was filling up with blood fast. Blood was gushing out of the cut. It looked really bad. After rinsing it under cold water for a few seconds, I wrapped a towel around it in an attempt to stop the bleeding. And then I broke down and just bawled.
I cried in the bathroom for about 5 minutes, then looked at my finger which was still bleeding profusely and ended up calling my husband and begging him to come home. It was around 3:45 at this point and he gets off work at 5:00 anyway, and seeing as it was a Friday (and his wife had hurt herself) his boss didn't care that he left a little early. I couldn't tell at this point if I needed stitches or what, so he rushed home.
In retrospect, it was kinda silly for me to have called him home. Once he got home and got me calmed down, we managed to clean the cut and take a look at it. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was and he didn't think I needed stitches so we just bandaged it up. But I had just been so upset, I didn't know what to do. Have you guys ever had those days, where you just end up bawling over something relatively minor? Yeah, that's what happened here.
The cut is healing up nicely now, though. It bled through a couple of bandages Friday night, but it's pretty much closed up now and doesn't really hurt unless I put pressure on it or bump it into something. The only downside, my husband said, was that if I was planning on committing any crimes lately, the police are going to know exactly who did it 'cuz my fingerprint is going to be very recognizable.
It bled so bad, I almost passed out. No stitches, though, and it's about healed.
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