So I grasp the stroller in my left hand and use the blade to cut the plastic. But like a dumbass, I held the stroller with my hand in the direction I was cutting. Those plastic ties were thick, so I mustered my strength to force the edge of the knife through the strap. Of course once the razor-sharp blade broke through the plastic, it continued on into my hand, about a half-inch deep.
It hurt like hell and started bleeding profusely. Luckily, my brother's a registered nurse, so he was able to patch me up pretty good. The cut still hasn't healed completely, but at least I didn't have to get stitches. The injury did kind of put a damper on the rest of the day, though.
I hesitated to tell my wife about my injury at first. I don't know why; I guess I didn't want her to freak out or anything. When I did tell her, she took it very calmly--and threatened me with bodily harm if I ever tried to hide another injury from her. I'll be sure to let her know right away if I ever injure myself again. In the meantime, I'm staying away from sharp objects.
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Glad that you're healing Scribe. Was wondering about the particulars of the incident. It's good that you didn't need stitches. Personally, I think that stitches(especially upon their removal) usually hurt more than the wound itself, at least in my experiences when sutures have been required. Definitely prefer medical-grade superglue to cat-gut;-)
You dodged the stitches bullet, and you'll still have a scar to remember the incident by!
Bummer about the knife slip. My wife always wants me to go to the doctor for the least little thing. I usually give her the same diagnosis the doctor gives me, "sucks to be you" and then I have to pay the copay.
Thank you.
You have provided me--unwittingly--validation.
Ten years ago, I was driving my 2-year-old to a family/friends July 4th celebration at which was featured a massive water fight. I had returned home to pick up my brand new Super Soakers.
While in the car at a stop light, I decided to un-box them using a retractable utility knife. Same thing happened. Dang tie wouldn't cut and when it did I sunk the blade into my forefinger down to the bone. I looked down and went, "Hunh." No blood until I pulled the skin apart a little. Drove myself to the hospital with a wad of fast-food napkins pinned to my finger with my thumb, held as high as I could out the window of the car.
Spent the rest of the day in the ER getting stitches, etc. Still have the scar.
I can't use a knife or a water gun around my friends or family without being ridiculed.
Glad you're OK; my last stitches were abouyt 30 years ago when I cut my hand on a can making dinner in the kitchen - didn't have a band aid in the place, and it clearly needed stitches. I wadded it up with paper towels and drove to the ER of myy hospital - where, as a senior Resident, I also worked as a moonlighter. Kinda embarassing having your colleagues sew you up, when it's something you do evey day on the job!
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