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I still have a scar on my left index finger. I was choppin' out a gaping opening for my potato-head stompa, "Mistah Monorkul", so I could fit the huge LED maglight I bought for a buck in as his light-up Eye of Mork (Gork?) monorkle.
I cut pretty deep. Bleeding wouldn't stop after like 40 minutes and half a roll of paper towel, and none of my roommates were home for a lift to the hospital for stitches. So I hop on the bus, finger wrapped in paper towel and held up somewhat to prevent too much bleeding, and went to the hospital. A half hour bus ride later, I pull in and wait an hour for the triage nurse. There were some worse cases than me coming in, so I let a couple people with kids go before me.
ANYWAY. Nurse checks finger, says "Doesn't look too deep, but I can still sterilize it for you and bandage it properly if you want."
"Sure, I'm already here."
Nurse pulls a wastebasket over, has me hold my hand over it, begins pouring antiseptic solution. Now I should mention that at this point it had stopped bleeding. When she poured the antiseptic however, it opened up somewhat and began gushing.
"Oh, my. Oops." She says.
She applies gauze again and applies pressure before checking a moment later. When she pulls away, it is bleeding steadily. She applies gauze and pressure again, waits longer, pulls it off, same deal.
At this point, the nurse looks at me and says in a very cheery voice "Well gak. That might be deeper than I thought. Let's get you some stitches."
40 minutes later I have 6 stitches in the tip/side of my left index finger. Didn't hit anything vital, it just felt tight whenever I tried to bend it prior to healing fully.
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