Owie, glass hurts.
May. 10th, 2005 07:44 pmSo today after work I was feeding my dogs, and I accidentally smashed the glass dogfood scooping cup against the counter. The cup shattered in my hand and cut my right hand all kinds of up. Actually, it's not as bad as I thought it would be at first. The biggest chunk of glass went into the top of my right index finger and left a big gash. The next piece went almost under the nail of my thumb. I bled all over the freaking floor and sink and bathroom and everywhere. I guess maybe I could have gotten stitches, but honestly, it doesn't even hurt too much anymore and neither cut is bleeding. (I think. I put lots of bandaids on.)
I'm more upset about the glass cup. That's always been my dogfood scooper.
It's so odd how your perception slows down when something weird like that happens. You actually have time to think all these different things, you know? I didn't see the glass break, because I was looking down into the dog food bag, I just heard it. At first I thought I just banged it, but then I felt it crumble. I mean, it all happened so slowly that, recalling it, it felt more as if it were melting in my hand rather than shattering. How weird is that? I had time to think, "broken glass in my hand, I hope I don't get cut." And then, you know, you don't feel pain right away, just pressure, and I thought, "Ugh, glass just went into my hand." And then I looked, just in time to see this big chunk of glass fall out of my finger and into the sink, and I looked at the cut and thought, "Hey, it's not bleeding, so it's probably not that deep. Or, maybe it is really deep and went right past the capillaries and into a vein or something, and it's going to start bleeding in spurts in a second." And then the blood welled all up and started pouring out, and I did the skin flap test, you know the one you always think you have to do, like, "How far can I open this flap? Can I see my bone, or something?" When I did that, I realized it was pretty deep. It was only when I got to the bathroom that I realized my thumb was bleeding, too.
Fun!
This rubbery, stretchy nature of time is sort of the basis for my story. Which, undaunted by throbbing fingers covered in bandaids, I wrote more of today. Someday, somebody had better appreciate this nonsense, I swear. If I don't get at least one piece of fanart off this bastard, I'm going to sue my publishers or something. ;)
Kidding, of course. After all, a writer must write. Right?But it really is all about the fanart
I'm more upset about the glass cup. That's always been my dogfood scooper.
It's so odd how your perception slows down when something weird like that happens. You actually have time to think all these different things, you know? I didn't see the glass break, because I was looking down into the dog food bag, I just heard it. At first I thought I just banged it, but then I felt it crumble. I mean, it all happened so slowly that, recalling it, it felt more as if it were melting in my hand rather than shattering. How weird is that? I had time to think, "broken glass in my hand, I hope I don't get cut." And then, you know, you don't feel pain right away, just pressure, and I thought, "Ugh, glass just went into my hand." And then I looked, just in time to see this big chunk of glass fall out of my finger and into the sink, and I looked at the cut and thought, "Hey, it's not bleeding, so it's probably not that deep. Or, maybe it is really deep and went right past the capillaries and into a vein or something, and it's going to start bleeding in spurts in a second." And then the blood welled all up and started pouring out, and I did the skin flap test, you know the one you always think you have to do, like, "How far can I open this flap? Can I see my bone, or something?" When I did that, I realized it was pretty deep. It was only when I got to the bathroom that I realized my thumb was bleeding, too.
Fun!
This rubbery, stretchy nature of time is sort of the basis for my story. Which, undaunted by throbbing fingers covered in bandaids, I wrote more of today. Someday, somebody had better appreciate this nonsense, I swear. If I don't get at least one piece of fanart off this bastard, I'm going to sue my publishers or something. ;)
Kidding, of course. After all, a writer must write. Right?