Fact 333: I stabbed a fork into my finger
Most of you know this already. At least, those of you that I talk to often do anyway. But, I think it was Easter weekend, I got a brand new set of utensils for my apartment. I was all excited. They were these silver and blue ones in this nice wire basket sorter. With those pain in the ass little plastic twists that you have to cut off.
Being brilliant (that was a day of the dumbs for sure) and being unable to locate the scissors, I got a knife. Now, I’m not entirely stupid, so I knew well enough to cut away from my body. I managed to cut through the spoons, and the first set of forks with no problems.
I started sawing through the second last piece of plastic. And I shifted my hand to get a better angle. And it worked, it cut a lot faster. Unfortunately I didn’t realise this fast enough. And the plastic broke and my fist smashed into the forks.
Instant pain. And reaction was to curl my fingers and pull them back. And when I brought my hand away from the basket and towards my body, there was a fork sticking out of my pinkie finger. I didn’t think, just reacted, and pulled the fork out.
Blood everywhere. Almost gushing. Just the sight of it made me queasy (and writing about it now is making me squeamish) I grabbed the napkins off the top of the fridge and shoved them around my finger and sat down on the floor before I threw up or something. The world was spinning pretty good at that point haha.
I already had gauze in the apartment. Once I could open my hand again (jesus it hurt), I washed up and wrapped it up in gauze and went to work. Ahaha and preceded to gross everyone out to the point where everyone was telling me repeatedly to go to the clinic. Which I eventually did the next day (I think) when it started to sink in that I couldn’t move it right, that it was a nasty shade of purple and perhaps I did do some bad damage. (Which turned out to be tendon damage which has finally mostly healed)
Now I’ve just got a small scar on my pinkie. And when the weather turns bad quickly (and I’m not looking forward to winter) it hurts like a bitch.