If you don't like disgusting. Don't read
Around this time last year I decided to go shopping. I went to Meijer, shopped around and decided to buy some healthy snacks. I picked my favorite apple, a Granny Smith. Mmmm peanut butter would be yummy with this I thought to myself. I searched around for the right isle and put some JIF in my cart... I passed the Oreos, couldn't resist them and put them in my cart too.
Well If I'm going to have peanut butter with my apple I better get a knife that will cut through an apple, surely plastic won't work. So I pushed my cart over to the kitchenware section and picked out a shiny black handled knife.
So when I woke up the next afternoon (yes I said afternoon). I had a few Oreos that were calling my name, then I remembered my apple. Yum! I pulled out the apple. Tore open the knife package. Held the apple in my hand and placed the knife against the green peal. Man this is a hard apple *Erika applies more force*. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!? I see something fly across the room and a red stream squirt out of the end of my finger. I reach for the paper towels and realize that the end of my finger was the thing I saw fly across the room.
I panic. I don't know what to do. I haven't really looked at it. I don't know how much is gone. I call my mom on the phone SCREAMING and CRYING. I didn't know what to do. Should I call an ambulance? How the hell am I going to get to the hospital? My mom calms me down a bit. I find a towel and the end of my finger. Its gross. A little lump of skin. I decide that it is not big enough to sew back on. How am I going to get to the hospital? I just moved in here, I don't know anyone! I throw on some dirty clothes laying around and flip flops. I walk all the way to my car in the parking garage with a beach towel around my hand crying. I hop in the car and go. I'm in the car and realize, I don't know where a hospital is. (I just moved down here. I didn't know where anything was). There is a hospital RIGHT down the street. But I don't think its a hospital I can go to. I drive all the way around the area not knowing what to do and where to go. I pass the University's Hospital, not knowing what building is actually the hospital. Finally I come across a hospitals name I recognize and think my insurance works at. I pull in and literally walk all over the place trying to find where to go in (after I drove around trying to figure out where to park). Finally at last. The Emergency Room. Which I end up sitting for FOUR HOURS. "FAST TRACK" my ass. I'm sitting there crying in pain as people who come in after me go in before me. What the heck is going on? A thug who had gotten SHOT the night before, who was in the waiting room waiting for his girlfriend to get off work starting getting pissed they weren't helping me. He went to "yell" at them twice. Apparently all the rooms where they do cuts and whatnot were filled.
So i finally get fixed up - cleaned out and bandaged up. I had to visit a hand specialist person after that.
Moral of the story. USE A CUTTING BOARD! And if you decide to cut something. DON'T cut your finger. There are a lot of nerves and feelers there! and it HURTS LIKE HELL.
The end of my finger is still numb. Always will be. :-/
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... That was my LONGEST post ever. LoL