12/27/01
I just got back from Science Olympiad practice. It was from 8AM - 12PM. I woke up at 7:30 and left. At about 11:00 or so I was working on my bridge. I needed to glue a piece of wood onto another piece with a big chunk of dried glue on it. So, I got out an X-Acto knife and attemped to chip it off. I've done it many'a time before. So, I started taking a couple swipes and was talking to my friend David. I wasn't really paying attention to the bridge and took a swipe toward myself. I ended up slicing my finger from the edge in to the fingernail. David looked down and went "... whoa." I just looked down really quickly and saw a slice and blood seeping up. I started breathing kind of hard and walked over to Mr. Manchion, who was at the sink. I asked him if he had a Band-Aid and held up my finger. He went "Holy... what'd you do?" I just said "X-Acto." Then he said "Wow, you really got yourself good, eh?" and we started walking toward his desk. He got out some gauze and I started to hold it on my finger with a Kleenex. He got out a Band-Aid and set it on the desk. Then he took my gauze and squeezed my finger to apply pressure. It was bleeding like a sonofabitch. On the way over to his desk I could feel blood running off of my finger. Anyway, he got it all bandaged and I started walking out the door to get a drink. I looked at the Band-Aid and it was completely soaked with blood. I looked at the top of my finger and it was stained with already dried blood. It was crazy. So, I called my mom at about 11:30 and cleaned up my bridge stuff. I got to my mom's house and replaced the Band-Aid. It only soaked through a little bit. Then I get to my dad's. This is a big "uh-oh" because my dad tends to overreact. And I really don't want stitches. I walked upstairs and described the situation. Then when I got to the "I wasn't paying attention and sliced my finger" part I held up my finger and he freaked out. He made me rip off the new Band-Aid and show him. He thought it was bad. So we went into the bathroom and he doused the cut in some crap that I don't remember the name of. All I know is that it stung really bad and fizzed. He goes "See how that's fizzing? That means it's infected." Well wonderful. Then, of course, being my father, he blames it on the school. "Those X-Acto's are surgical razors! What is any school doing with them? What were you doing with one? What pisses me off it that they didn't clean it." I just said "Arrg, I knew you'd overreact about this. I've used X-Acto's. I was just being stupid. Get over it. It'll be fine." That brings us to now. I haven't talked to him since. This Band-Aid is sheltering the wound, so I can type :) I think this is all... I need to work on Aerials. Laters.