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.
Um.
SHUT UP.
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Did they Worker's Comp it?
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.
DOH. Ouch.
I hope it heals quickly.
Is your tetanus up-to-date?
Heal evenly and quickly!
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.
Oh, I was in San Francisco all right. Just about as in as you can get.
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