Let me start by saying I have always been a klutz. I trip. I fall. I walk into doors. But this was an entirely new level of spazz.
8 stitches later, I’m avoiding knives and clunking around with a wrist brace to keep myself from accidentally pulling the stitches out.
Now that I’m not nearly passing out with shock, I can appreciate the fact that I was shouting throughout the office that, “the show has to ship today!” while my bloody fist was pumped up in the air. That lasted all of 2 minutes before I collapsed in a chair before I ended up on the floor.
Of course, just to save face I’m telling everyone I was knifed. It just sounds so much better than, “I sliced my own palm open with a knife”.