And yes, the moral of the story is: DON'T PLAY WITH SCISSORS!!!!
Well, since Dawn did such a good job at making my injury sound as minor as she possibly could, I'm glad to see that no one is too worried about my well being. ^___^
BUT, since this is the first time I've ever had to get stitches in my life, I feel a great need to document this entire affair. So for those of you who care, beneath the cut is what really happened to my finger last night.
Okay, so first of all I refuse to believe that there is THAT MUCH BLOOD in my pinky finger. Now, I'm not saying that there was, y'know, an INSANE amount of blood (especially since I apparently severed a fair amount of blood vessels), but there was just TOO MUCH of it considering the situation. Like, okay. I'm a small person. I'm five feet tall and weigh about 110 pounds. Thus, in conjunction with my body, my hands are also very small. My pinky finger would be, what, four centimeters long? AND SOMEHOW, I BLED, LIKE... A GALLON OF BLOOD.
Well, okay, not really. But still. I bled through half a double roll of toilet paper at home, and then two medical bandages at the hospital and still managed to have enough in there to bleed a centimeter deep pool around my hand while I was getting stitches. It was just stupid.
BUT NOT AS STUPID AS HOW I ACTUALLY HURT MY FINGER.
I almost don't want to tell the story. Because it's really, really stupid and makes me feel like a, haha, moron. But at the same time, it's good for a few laughs so I'll tell you. XD
So Tim was poking me lightly with a pair of scissors. I grabbed the scissors by the sharp end and we were sort of tug-a-warring with them because I didn't want to be poked and Tim didn't want me to have the scissors. Now, at the same time we were also having a conversation with Dawn and Ashley, and thus not really paying attention to what we were doing. Tim accidently open the scissors, and then slammed them shut so that I wouldn't get cut on the blades.
... ahaha, life is awesome that way.
Now, the sad part of this situation is that Tim angsted hardcore about this despite the fact that I really, really do not in any way, manner or form think it's entirely his fault. Partially, yes. But I was being a moron too. When people are morons, stupid stuff happens. Moreso than that, it was an accident and thus not really anyone's fault. Just a really, really stupid situation that shouldn't have happened because it was stupid.
Anyways, when Tim slammed the scissors down, they sliced through the upside of my pinky finger and nearly cut a decent chunk of my flesh out. I leapt to my feet screaming, sobbing swearing and ran for the bathroom. Ashley and Dawn, being the amazing friends they are, laughed because I am an emotionally voliatile person and they thought I was overreacting. -____-;;
After the intial freak out, I was actually pretty good for most of the night. I was loud and obnoxious and smiling too much because I do stuff like that when I'm nervous. ^__^;; Ashley, Tim and Dawn all came with me to the emergencyqroom (Tim's mom drove because she's amazing like that) and we sat around being so loud that some other guy in the room snapped at us.
So, when I wasn't engrossed in intense conversation, I spent far too much time staring at the inside of my finger. Seriously, it looked like a Resident Evil game inside my bandage and I spent the last few minutes before the doctor came in contemplating whether the bubble of white near the top of my wound was a fat desposit, or the tip of a bone.
SO I WAS FINE UNTIL I ACTUALLY HAD TO GET STITCHES, AT WHICH POINT A SOBBED INTO DAWN'S SLEEVE BECAUSE I AM A WUSS. Actually, I only wussed out for the needle part because, while I'm fine getting needles in my arms or wherever, getting a needle through my finger actually bothers me a lot. Like, I kept having visions of the doctor impaling my entire finger by accident or something. But I was so frozen up by the time he started sewing, Dawn and I just kind of watched the thread go into my finger with wide eyed fascination.
So, I have five stitches in my finger. It all seems kind of ridiculous, really, since it's not like I hurt any part of my body that really MATTERS. o__O Anyways, this is the diagram the doctor drew me explaining what exactly happened when my finger was cut:
The way it was cut, I severed a good something like 80% of the blood vessels in my small finger, which means that...
... the stitches might not take and that part of my finger might die and fall off. So...
... my finger might end up looking like that until the skin grows back. Which would be annoying, but also kind of cool because I could be all like: "OMGWTF, WANNA SEE THE HOLE IN MY FINGER!!!! XDDD" and everyone would be like: "EWWWWWWWW!!!!" and I would be like: "AHAHAHAHA! I R SO COOL!!!!"
So, all in all it was an incredibly lame experience. But you know what, I am such an incredibly lucky person. Seriously, aside from that time I smashed my toe with a fairground mallet, this is probably the worse injury I've ever had. Sure I'm waxing melodramatic about it right now because I'm a writer and waxing melodramatic is what I do for a living, but in the end I'm just thankful that a chunk of my fimger falling off is the worst of my problems right now.
Uhhh, NOTHING LIKE A TRIP TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM TO MAKE YOU REALLY APPECIATE HOW UNCOMPLICATED YOUR LIFE IS.
But, really, I think the funniest part of entire situation is the fact that the night before it happened, my mother and I had this exchange:
Jenn: *fiddling with scissors*
Mom: "Jenn, don't do that."
Jenn: "Mom, I'm nineteen. Geeze."
Mom: "It doesn't matter. Accidents still happen. You're going to cut a finger off someday."
Jenn: "Feh, you have such paranoid delusions, mother. I'm too smart to let something THAT dumb happen."
Ha ha ha. Touche, Mom. Touche.
BUT, since this is the first time I've ever had to get stitches in my life, I feel a great need to document this entire affair. So for those of you who care, beneath the cut is what really happened to my finger last night.
Okay, so first of all I refuse to believe that there is THAT MUCH BLOOD in my pinky finger. Now, I'm not saying that there was, y'know, an INSANE amount of blood (especially since I apparently severed a fair amount of blood vessels), but there was just TOO MUCH of it considering the situation. Like, okay. I'm a small person. I'm five feet tall and weigh about 110 pounds. Thus, in conjunction with my body, my hands are also very small. My pinky finger would be, what, four centimeters long? AND SOMEHOW, I BLED, LIKE... A GALLON OF BLOOD.
Well, okay, not really. But still. I bled through half a double roll of toilet paper at home, and then two medical bandages at the hospital and still managed to have enough in there to bleed a centimeter deep pool around my hand while I was getting stitches. It was just stupid.
BUT NOT AS STUPID AS HOW I ACTUALLY HURT MY FINGER.
I almost don't want to tell the story. Because it's really, really stupid and makes me feel like a, haha, moron. But at the same time, it's good for a few laughs so I'll tell you. XD
So Tim was poking me lightly with a pair of scissors. I grabbed the scissors by the sharp end and we were sort of tug-a-warring with them because I didn't want to be poked and Tim didn't want me to have the scissors. Now, at the same time we were also having a conversation with Dawn and Ashley, and thus not really paying attention to what we were doing. Tim accidently open the scissors, and then slammed them shut so that I wouldn't get cut on the blades.
... ahaha, life is awesome that way.
Now, the sad part of this situation is that Tim angsted hardcore about this despite the fact that I really, really do not in any way, manner or form think it's entirely his fault. Partially, yes. But I was being a moron too. When people are morons, stupid stuff happens. Moreso than that, it was an accident and thus not really anyone's fault. Just a really, really stupid situation that shouldn't have happened because it was stupid.
Anyways, when Tim slammed the scissors down, they sliced through the upside of my pinky finger and nearly cut a decent chunk of my flesh out. I leapt to my feet screaming, sobbing swearing and ran for the bathroom. Ashley and Dawn, being the amazing friends they are, laughed because I am an emotionally voliatile person and they thought I was overreacting. -____-;;
After the intial freak out, I was actually pretty good for most of the night. I was loud and obnoxious and smiling too much because I do stuff like that when I'm nervous. ^__^;; Ashley, Tim and Dawn all came with me to the emergencyqroom (Tim's mom drove because she's amazing like that) and we sat around being so loud that some other guy in the room snapped at us.
So, when I wasn't engrossed in intense conversation, I spent far too much time staring at the inside of my finger. Seriously, it looked like a Resident Evil game inside my bandage and I spent the last few minutes before the doctor came in contemplating whether the bubble of white near the top of my wound was a fat desposit, or the tip of a bone.
SO I WAS FINE UNTIL I ACTUALLY HAD TO GET STITCHES, AT WHICH POINT A SOBBED INTO DAWN'S SLEEVE BECAUSE I AM A WUSS. Actually, I only wussed out for the needle part because, while I'm fine getting needles in my arms or wherever, getting a needle through my finger actually bothers me a lot. Like, I kept having visions of the doctor impaling my entire finger by accident or something. But I was so frozen up by the time he started sewing, Dawn and I just kind of watched the thread go into my finger with wide eyed fascination.
So, I have five stitches in my finger. It all seems kind of ridiculous, really, since it's not like I hurt any part of my body that really MATTERS. o__O Anyways, this is the diagram the doctor drew me explaining what exactly happened when my finger was cut:
The way it was cut, I severed a good something like 80% of the blood vessels in my small finger, which means that...
... the stitches might not take and that part of my finger might die and fall off. So...
... my finger might end up looking like that until the skin grows back. Which would be annoying, but also kind of cool because I could be all like: "OMGWTF, WANNA SEE THE HOLE IN MY FINGER!!!! XDDD" and everyone would be like: "EWWWWWWWW!!!!" and I would be like: "AHAHAHAHA! I R SO COOL!!!!"
So, all in all it was an incredibly lame experience. But you know what, I am such an incredibly lucky person. Seriously, aside from that time I smashed my toe with a fairground mallet, this is probably the worse injury I've ever had. Sure I'm waxing melodramatic about it right now because I'm a writer and waxing melodramatic is what I do for a living, but in the end I'm just thankful that a chunk of my fimger falling off is the worst of my problems right now.
Uhhh, NOTHING LIKE A TRIP TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM TO MAKE YOU REALLY APPECIATE HOW UNCOMPLICATED YOUR LIFE IS.
But, really, I think the funniest part of entire situation is the fact that the night before it happened, my mother and I had this exchange:
Jenn: *fiddling with scissors*
Mom: "Jenn, don't do that."
Jenn: "Mom, I'm nineteen. Geeze."
Mom: "It doesn't matter. Accidents still happen. You're going to cut a finger off someday."
Jenn: "Feh, you have such paranoid delusions, mother. I'm too smart to let something THAT dumb happen."
Ha ha ha. Touche, Mom. Touche.