Not a paper cut…I’ve had those. I’ve even had a folder cut, on a memorable day when I also found out I’d been airing the wrong commercial for a client all month and my belt fell in the toilet while I was going to the bathroom and I peed on it.
No, this was a PLASTIC cut. As in, plastic sliced into my thumb in a neat little slit.
Owie owie owie.
I had to leave work early so I was working through lunch. As I normally do, I had my bottle of V-8, a Fruit[sub]2[/sub]0, a yogurt, crackers, sesame sticks, and nuts. It doesn’t take much to fill me up, especially with the V-8.
I’m idly sliding my thumb under the plastic cap of my raspberry yogurt to open it when I felt pain. I looked down, and damned if I’m not bleeding profusely from my left thumb. The plastic had cut right in.
Owie. I’m sitting there sucking my thumb as I explain to my co-workers what happened. I find a Band-Aid, but it turns out that’s the thumb I use to change the channel on the remote. So it’s going to hurt when I flip between Earl and American Inventor tonight.
When I was younger, I worked at a grocery store and would on occasion cut or scrape myself on the bags of ice that I would have to stock. It felt silly getting cut by water, much less by frozen water in the middle of summer.
Those plastic cuts hurt, don’t they? I gave myself a good one back when I was taking photojournalism 101. I sliced my finger open on the edge of a roll of film (and, on top of that, splashed it with developing solution :smack: )
A few weeks ago I stabbed myself with a screwdriver while assembling furniture.
Maybe you can guilt someone into changing the channel for you tonight, ivylass.
Sorry, ladybug. In my house, the remote is My Precioussssss…and I don’t willingly give it up. Oh, I may lend it to Ivylad during Cops, but once the shows come on…he knows to hand it back. So, I must channel surf all by myself, with my wounded thumb.
It’s funny how you never forget some things. Carol Burnett did a sketch around 1978 depicting a woman having difficulty opening various packages in the kitchen, while talking to herself about her frustration. (Not exactly side-splitting material, but…) Anyway, eventually she’s struggling with some dairy product and it gives suddenly, causing her to exclaim:
“Look at that! I opened it right up!” beat “My thumb. I opened it right up.”
I know it would be as forgotten as every other Carol Burnett sketch if it weren’t for the problem of how frequently I’m reminded of it. Like now.
(And yesterday, when I reached into the cupboard to grab something and a box of plastic-wrap bit me. A nice deep cut, too. Grrr.)
In high school, there was an oft-repeated story of the time two of my friends were eating somewhere where they’d been provided with plastic utensils. One of them complained about the ineffectiveness of his plastic knife. “It won’t cut anything! See?” and he proceeded to rub the blade vigorously back and forth over his wrist. “It won’t cut anyth . . . ow!” He had not, in fact, succeeded in cutting himself, but he did have a nasty friction burn.
I heard somewhere that paper cuts are especially painful and heal slowly because of the paper fibers left behind in the wound. If that’s true, perhaps plastic cuts won’t hurt as bad.
Anyway… My most recent stuipd injury was a couple weeks ago, when I was talking on the phone while reaching down under my chair to pet my dog. The dog was chewing on something, and I wondered what it was. But I was too lazy to lean over and look, so I started feeling around to see what he was chewing on. Which of course meant my finger ended up in his mouth, and pierced by his canine tooth. (It was just a Nilabone chew toy. BTW.)
I’ve never had to put a Band-Aid on a paper cut, and I’ve got a Band-Aid on my thumb right now. That cut was deep, and as I was getting ready for work I kept knocking the raw flap on things.
Snerk.
In my experience, the worst are those plastifoil packets of stir-fry sauce. They tear open really easily but leave razor-sharp edges. Nasty.
The way this was explained to me in biology was that sharp clean cuts penetrate deeply, sever lots of little capilliaries and nerves, but don’t actually rupture many cells, limiting the release of all the various cell contents that trigger clotting. So you end up with much blood and ouch but very little Wound Healing Goop when compared to a normal graze/scrape/whatever.
And paper/plastic/thread cuts can be scarily deep and sharp…
I’m guessing it was the crusty, dried ketchup on the bottom of the cap. I’ve not actually cut myself on that stuff, but have scraped a finger or two with it.
So, I must channel surf all by myself, with my wounded thumb.