My wife just called.
“I was cleaning an onion, and punctured my finger with the knife. I can see a vein, and it’s nicked. What do I do?”
“Wrap it up in a rag, and go to the ER.”
“I thought if I put pressure on it, it would stop. It’s been 25 minutes, and it’s still bleeding. What do I do?”
“Wrap it up in a rag, and go to the ER.” More insistant.
“But the cut is small. I don’t think they can stitch it.”
“Before I married you, I cut my finger cleaning a fish, clear to the bone. They put 2 stitches in it. Wrap. it. up. in. a. rag., and. go. to. the. ER.”
“OK, I’ll put the dog away and go…”
:rolleyes: :smack: :rolleyes: :smack: :rolleyes: :smack:
You dumbass. If you cut yourself that bad and don’t want to get it treated, why did you even bother to call?