Remember how I was talking about learning from experience. Well, even though I usually learn the hard way, I still have a lot to learn.
This morning I was waiting on Amanda to get ready for church. I was bored so I went and took the car out, I had everything of mine ready to go. I was still bored so I thought that I would go ahead and play with the new wireless router that we just got. It was in one of those nice plastic packages, you know the ones that are impossible to get out without some kind of sharp object. I am sure that most people know that I am allergic to sharp objects (ie: axes, rocks, ice skates, television corners, glass, knives, nails, etc...). This morning I had an allergic reaction to a knife. Did I break out in hives? No, not really. I broke out in a deep red blood. (Again those of you who do not want to know, just stop reading) I was just about to get to the end of the plastic when the knife came off the plastic and hit the top side of my hand. I knew immediately that I was cut. I went into the kitchen and told myself it was not going to need stitches because it was kind of overlapping itself. I could just put pressure and it would heal just fine. WISHFUL THINKING! It was bleeding like crazy. I had to tell Amanda "change in plans, we have to go to a hospital to stitch me up." She did well, she knew where to go and everything. About two weeks ago we went to a different Wal-mart down the road. I noticed a Lake After Hours. I said "that's good to know where that is" and it was a good thing to know. So I was blessed with two stitches in my massive cut. Way to go me!
Here are some pictures to better describe the story:
This is my solution to the problem, HEAVY DUTY SCISSORS!
8 comments:
You know, you could have just told your wife that you didn't want to go to church instead of trying to kill yourself with a serrated blade.
And not to pass all blame on Scott, Amanda...you should know better by now than to give your husband any sharp objects. His addiction to self-mutilation is not healthy for the relationship. May I suggest giving him a new hobby, like plastic model-making. This way, when he "accidentally" glues his fingers to his ass, you can just take pictures instead of taking him to the emergency room.
you are a menace to yourself scott. i think that you need to live in a bubble like that movie Bubble Boy.
The only thing he was upset about was leaving the camera at home. The obsession with hurting himself comes back to this blog thing. he thinks he needs to have interesting things to talk about and show- but it is beginning to be too expensive- I am hoping the heavy duty scissors will help decrease the accident rate he is creating...
...notice the sharp pointy end on those heavy duty scissors...
SCOTT !!!! are you kidding me. Not agian. You're to dangerous for you won good.
Thats my brother.
To my surprise the scissors have a dull edge compared the the knives Scott plays with- so this purchase was okay- But I opend the package and took the router out for him- I didn't want to cause any more damage..And the blood drop on our glass top desk is still there- he is keeping it for memories..so gross.
i love you man! that is so hilarious!
i think about you and that hatchet at your bachelor party.
"oh crap" he says with a smile on his face after the blade bounces off the log and into his shin. haha!
classic!
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