Friday after 24 hours my mom came to change the bandage.
See picture of bandage
The blood was so thick under all of it, it made a blood cast. After soaking it for a bit, we get most of it off..except for a piece that had fused with my open wound. We try to soak it and get it off, but it hurt to bad. It hurt so bad, it actually made me cry. First time I can remember in years I cried from physical pain. It hurt so bad, and we couldn't get it off. We just rebandaged it, and I felt terrible for some time. It put my body in shock.
Then yesterday, same thing. Not before first thing in the morning hitting it on the oven hard as I could. I couldn't even talk. I just kept taking deep breathes..wait till my swing cook is working 10 minutes later, go into the bar and get ice. Thank god Christian looks at me and says "Need a pain killer?" Shot.
Hopefully it's a little better when it comes to getting the bandage off? We'll soak it longer? I'll take a shot first!
No. Just as bad. No crying like a little bitch this time though! After picking at it for awhile, (and the shot) I look at Christian (our bartender) and let him know I need another shot. I take the shot, look at Aaron (he was breaking down boxes) and say," tell me a joke". He responds "Uh..uh! Why didn't hitler drink! cause it made him angry!" And right as he started telling the joke I just fucking ripped the thing off. My god, that hurt so fucking bad. My body went into shock. I just held my finger, and paced.
But oh, it looked oh so pretty. The blood clotted up so it was all chunky..and ofcourse, wanna see?
We take precautions this time so it won't just heal on it like that again. Wrap it up and I go back to work. I got lucky and we had extra people in the kitchen so I spent a lot of the night just prepping stuff in the back and being the gopher rather than being online.
Then Aaron and I go home and drink an entire bottle of Vodka.
Work today was terrible. Go in hung over, and hour early accidentally, gout kicks in terribly. Then we go to change my bandage..and it stuck. And I pulled, and it ripped, and hurt, but wouldn't come off. I wasn't willing to rip it off again. And since we got it half off..the bandage was done differently..I just had this big sopping wet bandage half on..and we just rebandaged over it. It wasn't done right, so it hurt so much worse. I'm in terrible shape. After barely being able to cook, slamming busy lunch. Sieb finally gets to prima (it's his day off) and I just ask if I can go home, and he sent me home. I was in awful shape.
So thats what happened. Not nearly as bad as the cutting itself. It hurt a lot less that day.
though it does make a good story.