Thats right. Last week Wednesday I was using the only sharp object in our apartment, a 12-inch dull, serrated knife, to cut some Tilamook cheddar cheese.
I violated boy scout rule #1, and cut towards my hand. With a slip of my hand, the knife was off the cheese and into my left hand. Within two seconds my hand was red, and there was a pool of blood on the countertop. I couldn't believe what i just did, laughed, panicked a bit, and put my hand under water. Then I realized that running my hand under water was the remedy for burns, not deep cuts. Then i grabbed the roll of paper towels and by the time I tore off a piece to apply pressure on the fresh would, blood soaked through about half of the paper towel roll.
My good roommate Zander Nickle drove me to the emergency room and the good doctor stitched me up. Part of my thumb is still numb, and the wound is leaking a lot of fluid, but I am a live.
I'm never cutting the cheese again.
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