Friday, February 13, 2009


So I slashed open a finger on a broken bottle at work on Wednesday. I'll have more time to blog now that I am not working for the next ten to fourteen days. Bottles don't break the way they do in the movies, but a bloody mess of a hand is even scarier than a bottle shard in a bar fight. Or so I'm told. It's a good thing I know how to type with my left hand.




Pinko Punko said...

Did they Worker's Comp it?

Chuckles said...

Yes. The three hours in the hospital on Wednesday cost $1426 and the thirty minutes I spent there on Friday for a wound check probably cost another five hundred. Who knows how much the hand specialist will cost when I see him to check on the tendon damage after the stitches come out.

Hopefully, I'll get a cool scar out of it, but so far it looks like the wounds are healing without much trace.

Kathleen said...

DOH. Ouch.

I hope it heals quickly.

Adorable Girlfriend said...

Is your tetanus up-to-date?

Heal evenly and quickly!

ginger-talk said...

I don't think you're even in San Francisco. Not one blog post about visiting this great land and you've supposedly been here nearly a week.

Bollocks, mi amigo.

Chuckles said...

Oh, I was in San Francisco all right. Just about as in as you can get.