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My Nasty Gash

ITs a few minutes after 7 on Friday morning and I'm flipping around my place in the dark, trying to get ready for work. I am close to running late when I go into the fridge with the idea of making some breakfast to eat later on in the morning. (master of the breakfast burrito I am). I look up and its 5 after and I realize there isn't enough time, so I close the fridge.

I feel a thump on my foot and then here a crash. An un-opened bottle of wine has fallen from the top of the fridge now, and hit my foot on the way down before smashing everywhere. I safely jump out of harms way and am trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. Fuck...it's 5 after and theres broken glass everywhere as well as red wine on the rug, on the fridge, on my foot, flowing across the kitchen floor..I'm so gonna be late and I am solo this morning at work.."CAN'T BE LATE". Then it occurs to me that I don't actually have wine on my foot...its blood and its flowing freely.

I hoble to the bathroom and call out to my roomie that Ive had a little accident and please bring the dog in his room as not to make the mess worse. I let the blood flow for a few before even trying to deal with it. Then I go for the clean up...OH SHIT..this isn't a cut from a piece of glass. The F'ing bottle has smashed my skin open. Can we say .."Blunt Force Trama". I call into work..I'm gonna be late..Ive cut myself.

My roomate thinks its emergency room time. Screw that man..lets get some butterflies and get me to work. He was a champ having gone to the store and bought butterflies. Then came back and cleaned my foot up and all that. Kinda nasty. (thanks dude). Long story short...I finally ended up at the doctor with 3 stiches inside my foot, and 7 to sew it closed. N

I never made it to work, but I did get to see my tendon that morning......Naaaaasty.

You can see the nasy gash in my pic if you'd like. ITs not gonna make you puke...but I don't call it "My Nasty Gash" for nothing.