boomchakabowwow
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……STABBING YOURSELF W A KNIFE is much worse.
Had a rough Monday. Got to work, and found out my computer access to our servers was severed because mine is out of date. I had to drive to Oakland to see IT. Yay! On the way out the door, I talk to a coworker. I found out a job superintendent got ran over by a paving machine and is in horrible condition. I was sad and distracted.
Walking to my truck to drive to Oakland I see fishing line dangling from my chassis. Hmmmm. Curious. So in my office clothing, I slide under. Fishing line is wrapped around and axle and brake caliper. I have a pocket knife! So I started cutting. No probs until I reached up to pull the line down. I pulled my hand into my sharpassrazorbladelikespearpointpocket knife and it slipped into my palm with zero effort. I pinch it off and using my good hand remove the line. As I stood up, it gushed. I tell a guy I see, “hold the door”. I run in and ask our office associate if the sight of blood messes her up. She helped me wrap it. At home my wife butterfly stitch it and we tape it up.
Dumb dumb dumb! I’m fine. Embarrassed. Coincidentally tomorrow I have to go to a FIRST AID training class. I won’t be able to compress the dummy Alice.
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Had a rough Monday. Got to work, and found out my computer access to our servers was severed because mine is out of date. I had to drive to Oakland to see IT. Yay! On the way out the door, I talk to a coworker. I found out a job superintendent got ran over by a paving machine and is in horrible condition. I was sad and distracted.
Walking to my truck to drive to Oakland I see fishing line dangling from my chassis. Hmmmm. Curious. So in my office clothing, I slide under. Fishing line is wrapped around and axle and brake caliper. I have a pocket knife! So I started cutting. No probs until I reached up to pull the line down. I pulled my hand into my sharpassrazorbladelikespearpointpocket knife and it slipped into my palm with zero effort. I pinch it off and using my good hand remove the line. As I stood up, it gushed. I tell a guy I see, “hold the door”. I run in and ask our office associate if the sight of blood messes her up. She helped me wrap it. At home my wife butterfly stitch it and we tape it up.
Dumb dumb dumb! I’m fine. Embarrassed. Coincidentally tomorrow I have to go to a FIRST AID training class. I won’t be able to compress the dummy Alice.
No pics .