Weird, weird (and unpleasant) experience today.
We were out at a business lunch with one of our suppliers today. The conversation was light and pleasant. The head salesman, “Jim” - I like him. He’s friendly, honest, and a decent guy. Things were going great. Until:
My boss asks, “Hey Jim, didn’t you have an injury recently? What was that again, and how’s it going?”
Jim: “Yeah, I hurt my finger. My son and I were carrying a concrete slab, but it got too heavy for him and he had to drop it. I was bending down to set it down gently, but the drop made the corner fall directly on my index finger and it mangled it.”
Sounds awful, but then it got really bad for me. I’m not going to retell the whole story, but the main points were these (gross, but only like 10% as horrifying as he actually told it):
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[li]The slab fell directly on his index finger.[/li][li]The finger was split down the middle. Like through the bone.[/li][li]He saw the bone, his young daughter saw it and fainted.[/li][li]He felt nothing. This is a big red flag.[/li][li]He wrapped the thing in one of those sports ice-packs[/li][li]Drove himself to the hospital[/li][li]Filled out paperwork, etc. Waited about 20 minutes for the nurse to show up. When she did, and unwrapped his injury, “Oh fuck, it’s frozen solid”[/li][li]The term “bloodsicle” was used more than a few times[/li][li]When he saw it, he told the nurse “Oh fuck, there’s no saving that. Just cut it off.”[/li][li]She had to run the mangled mess under warm tap water to thaw it until they could try to operate[/li][li]Once it did thaw, he fainted from the pain of running water on exposed meat, bone and marrow[/li][li]They somehow managed to bind this crushed mess into something resembling a finger[/li][li]While healing, ALL the skin fell off the affected digit. Thrice.[/li][li]What’s left is a grotesque mess that crudely resembles a finger. After nearly a year of healing, he has a skin-colored appendage with no feeling and little movement.[/li][li]He told us all of the gory details (and I’ve left much of them out) over lunch.[/li][li]While constantly showing me this deformed, mangled finger[/li][/ul]
This has never happened to me before, but the telling of the story, and details, made me physically sick. Pale, sweating, feeling awful. I mean, I was about two seconds away from having to flee the table because I was about to vomit. My co-worker (and friend) noticed it too - “OMG, I saw you go completely ashen. When I saw you put your hand to your mouth I was sure you were going to lose it.”
What the hell? This guy RELISHED telling the story. And my other co-workers LOVED it. I told them how sickened I was by the whole thing, and they were shocked. “Really? I thought it was interesting!”
WTF is wrong with “Jim”? And WTF is wrong with me? I was this close to vomiting just from a story, and that’s never happened before.
