I was cutting into a hot-pocket like a dumbass with the blade facing towards my hand, and the hot-pocket broke, and the knife when through the web of my thumb. About an inch or two. It doesn't look as bad as it did in real life, because of shit picture quality and lighting.
Anyhow, it didn't hurt, I just walked over to the cabinet casually with blood spewing from my hand(I must have nicked a vein, or hit a blood vessel), grabbed a gauze pad, folded it up and gave myself a wrap-job. It did the job well, but not well enough it seems. So, I sort of applied an antihemorrhagic, and got away with that, and re-applied the wrap-job. Now, there's blood all over the floor and it looks like I murdered someone. Considering we're nowhere near a hospital, I just sorta said fuck it, let an ambulance pick me up. I arrive at the hospital with two bloody mitts, and one wrapped. The woman at the desk said the ER was full, and so was Express Care. So she said to wait a little over an hour, which was expected anyway. My dad and I sit in the waiting room for three and a half hours, and then say, "Hey, is a room open yet?" And the woman at the desk says she totally forgot, despite how much blood was on me.
We go to a room in the ER, only to wait another hour for a doctor to come in, clean out my hand, and suture it. All done in under five minutes. Afterwards, we had to wait about forty-five minutes for discharge papers. I then got to finally enjoy my fucking hot-pocket.
A hot-pocket and a dumbass with a steak knife caused this.
Spoiler: WARNING: Not for the few who don't like blood and shit. Arrival: It was way bloodier than this, but - Lighting issues.
Cleaning:
Sutured:
Needless to say, I'm glad I got my hot-pocket. I was fucking starving.
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