Some family friends brought over a toy school bus for my 18-month old son on Saturday. It was tied to the box with some hard wirey string. The wire was too hard to break so I decided to use a knife to cut it (couldn’t find the scissors). To make a long story short, I sliced my left middle finger on the index finger side, right at the first knuckle from the hand. I felt something similiar to an electric shock go all the way up my left arm and even into my neck.
I was afraid to look down. I was just thinking how embarrassing this is going to be to #1) explain to my kid that I wouldn’t be able to remove the bus for him and #2) to explain to my guests and my wife that I’m going to need a ride to the ER because of the gift that they brought for my kid. What I’m thinking: Since it’s my fault for being so dumb, do I need to apologize? Yes, of course. But I’m the one in pain and I’m the one who’s going to have to live without a middle finger for the rest of his life. Anyway, I look down and sure there’s plenty of blood. But it’s not nearly as deep as it felt. So I bandaged it up with some tissue (couldn’t find a Band-Aid) and successfully removed the toy bus, using the same knife that almost killed me. I went back to the living room with a napkin in my hand, proud of how “strong” I was for having to endure this pain while carrying on a casual conversation with my guests, who had no knowledge of what had just happened in the other room.
As we were heading over to the dining room, I informed my wife that I’m going to need a Band-Aid, since my finger was cut. We didn’t have any adult ones, so she brought me one with a picture of a blue fish on it (Nemo possibly?). So I put it on and joined the others for lunch. After lunch, we headed back to the living room for some more conversation. I guess my son must’ve noticed the blue fish on my finger. As he comes to me, I think he’s just coming to be close to his dear ol’ dad. But what’s the first thing he dies? That’s right, he takes his index finger and points it directly at the fish on my finger. He actually seems to dig in to it, similar to the way he tries to stick his finger inside his 3-month old sister’s belly button.
So what happens? Well, shock waves once again run all the way up my arm up through the trapezius muscle into my neck. The expression on my face must’ve been frightening because I didn’t say a word or utter a sound, and I seemed to have scared my son, who isn’t afraid of anything. What really scared me was not the pain, but the expressions on the faces of my guests, who were reacting to the expression on my face. I quickly gathered up the strength to explain to the others that I had hurt myself earlier, without being specific.
I managed to make it all the way through Sinday and this morning without re-injuring the finger. This morning, on my train ride to work, I took my thumb and slightly touched the injured area. No pain, no problem. It must be healing. About 3 hours ago, I used my thumb to press it a little harder, you know, just to check if it was maybe completely healed. What I felt this time was very different. It actually felt good. Pleasurable even! Not quite an orgasm, but similar. It’s 3 hours later and I can’t stop pressing on my finger. It’s still kind of like an electric shock, but a NICE electric shock. And only on the finger. I’m doing it over and over because it feels very good. Anyway, now the GQ part: How long will this heavenly feeling last? And why is it happening?