It was a beautiful night at my friends T&BB's place. We had just finished a fantastic dinner cooked by Chef TB. Unfortunately, in true la petite chou chou fashion, whilst demonstrating my understanding of how someone sheared the top of a champagne bottle clear off, and quite possibly influenced by the mixture of several different wines I was consuming, I managed to give myself quite a cut.
It isn't a sheer cut which could be stitched. No. I managed to hastily remove 6 or so layers of skin off the top of my right hand pointer finger. It was so sudden that it didn't even hurt when it happened. The pain didn't start until JB and TB wanted to inspect the wound. Once the water hit the cut, it started hurting pretty badly, and by that time, bleeding with equal ferocity.
Several wads of toilet paper later (note to self: ALWAYS keep band aids handy.), I had managed to clear my head enough to drive home. Once there, I turned my bathroom into a de facto emergency room. There, I put on some neosporin and 4 band aids. It was still bleeding when I got home so I want to make sure it is good for the night. The band aids are on so tight I can feel my pulse through my finger. This is going to make for a fun next couple days.
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