When I was working the dishpit about a year and a half ago, I was trying to scrub dried bits of food off of the wildly-unbalanced but too cheap to pass up chef knives. I basically cut my forefinger knuckle off. I got stiches, obviously. But right after, I washed it off quickly. Then looked at it.
It was the first time I saw the inner workings at work. The bone, the muscle, the tendon, but most importantly the blood.
It bled a lot, so much that it surprised me.
For some reason, it always seems like other people's blood flows more quickly than my own. Perhaps it's simply a proximity thing, but I just get that feeling. I definately have more trouble dealing with other's blood, though.
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CrazyWhiteGirl
Austin, TX
December 2004
NOV 07, 2005 01:55 AM
wow thats pretty morbid Interesting though.... *cuts off finger*
Seeing my own blood has never bothered me, except when I was coughing it up. Then again, I've never been in a situation where the amount of blood I've been losing has been a serious threat to my health
The most ever was probably when I put my hand through glass and had to get stitches, and get x-rayed etc., but that didn't bother me either.
Sometimes I'd have big chunks of skin missing from my leg where I'd just throw myself about like a madman when playing Football (Soccer to any Americans) and tear my leg up on concrete/astro-turf etc. That was always a big open cut, and only used to bother me when it stuck to the bed sheets in the morning
Other people's probably would if it was a serious accident, but otherwise not
CrazyWhiteGirl
Austin, TX
December 2004
NOV 07, 2005 01:22 AM