i cut myself.


23 stitches.

spent half the day at the emergency room during a nurses strike. thank goodness for scabs--without them i'd be left with a gaping wound in my hand.

the anaesthetic hasn't worn off yet (but he had to shoot about ten needles of it into the wound to get me numb in the first place).

i watched, fascinated, the entire time.

it looked an awful lot like when we get in whole pigs, and slice through their skin down to the flesh. it's a lot different when it's your own hand.

luckily, i missed all sorts of important tendons and nerves, so everything should be back to normal eventually.

i'll take a photo for you next time i change the dressing.