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Sooooo after 4 years of cooking professionally I finally cut myself bad enough to get stitches. Hurrah(?)!

While making family meal (it was going to be stew!) my newly sharpened knife went right through what I was cutting down and right into my hand.. I walked over the sink right away, cleaned it, put pressure on it and asked someone to get a manager. I knew it was going be kinda bad already.

We wrapped it up tight with gauze and headed off to the hospital. Luckily the bartender knew exactly where it was (mysterious) and got us good directions. I got in to see a doctor pretty quick, go figure.

The doctor took me to my lil bed and asked what happened. I said I cut my hand, with a chef knife (still in my chef coat). She unbound the gauze and was a lil surprised by it. I could go 'yea.. it got away from me..'

They asked if I wanted to lay down while they worked, I didn't really feel that bad so I passed.

- I looked into the void, and I could feel the void look back.. -

I changed my mind and laid down.

It took a lot of local anesthetic to put my hand asleep apparently, cause they had to get more. Talked about what happened, about where I worked, the food etc. Dunno if I wasn't too clear (loss of blood) or not seemingly conscious enough (loss of blood) but the doctor asked me to tell a story.

I told her how Jack lost his shadow, was the first one I could think of (loss of blood). Took breaks when things felt funny as I was being sewn up, but when i was done she seemed a lil shocked. Guess that wasn't the usual thing to do haha

Ended up getting 8 stitches in a big smile under my left thumb... they'll have to be removed in 10-14 days. So I imagine there'll be more fun to follow.


My freshly stitched hand, for those who care to see.