Pianomahnn
01-28-2005, 05:25 AM
Story: My brother has a bunch of those home shopping network knive show knives. So, we're fucking around with them, and I start stabbing one of his text books. He proceeds to take his knife, which is sheathed (read, should be harmless) and smacks the shit out of my forearm a few times while I try to stab the book more. Well...my skin didn't like this, and the shit busted hella open with blood squirting all over his bed. Like whoah.
So here I am, squeezing like mad on my forarm trying to keep my body juice from vacating its happy home. I let up the pressure a bit, SQUIRT SQUIRT!! Right...bad idea. Blood everywhere, it freaking sprayed all over my bathroom. I yell for my mom, she comes up, starts swearing mad style. She's an IC nurse, so the whole thing doesn't phase her that way. Sees the quantity of blood all around and tells my bro to call the 911 folks.
THey roll up, with police in tow because, well, I was victimized by my brother. By now I've been squeezing crazy style on my arm for about 10 minutes...my hand is shaking from the amount of pressure I've been applying. The paramedics don their gloves and inspectigate. Its somewhat done squirting when they check it out, and gave me the option of riding the ambulance or taking a trip to the er on my own. I choose on my own.
So, I roll up to the er and do the whole "fill this out, wait, fill this out, wait, etc" thing. Finally get taken into a room where the fun commences.
Out comes the 3 foot liticaine needle which is plunged into my tender flesh. It didn't hurt as much as I remember. Nice. So, yada yada yada, they clean the hell out of the wound, sew it up with 4 stiches, and give my right arm a tetanus shot.
Here I am now....chillin with a gimp arm that's going to hurt a lot in the morning. My bro took a few pics of the wound before stiches, but theyre on a camera phone and can't be retrieved. The gayness!!
Yup...I was planning on being in bed at 9:00 tonight...early rise tomorrow. Now it's 11:30 and I still have to be up at 5. Poop.
Rock on.
So here I am, squeezing like mad on my forarm trying to keep my body juice from vacating its happy home. I let up the pressure a bit, SQUIRT SQUIRT!! Right...bad idea. Blood everywhere, it freaking sprayed all over my bathroom. I yell for my mom, she comes up, starts swearing mad style. She's an IC nurse, so the whole thing doesn't phase her that way. Sees the quantity of blood all around and tells my bro to call the 911 folks.
THey roll up, with police in tow because, well, I was victimized by my brother. By now I've been squeezing crazy style on my arm for about 10 minutes...my hand is shaking from the amount of pressure I've been applying. The paramedics don their gloves and inspectigate. Its somewhat done squirting when they check it out, and gave me the option of riding the ambulance or taking a trip to the er on my own. I choose on my own.
So, I roll up to the er and do the whole "fill this out, wait, fill this out, wait, etc" thing. Finally get taken into a room where the fun commences.
Out comes the 3 foot liticaine needle which is plunged into my tender flesh. It didn't hurt as much as I remember. Nice. So, yada yada yada, they clean the hell out of the wound, sew it up with 4 stiches, and give my right arm a tetanus shot.
Here I am now....chillin with a gimp arm that's going to hurt a lot in the morning. My bro took a few pics of the wound before stiches, but theyre on a camera phone and can't be retrieved. The gayness!!
Yup...I was planning on being in bed at 9:00 tonight...early rise tomorrow. Now it's 11:30 and I still have to be up at 5. Poop.
Rock on.