It's not like I broke anything, but this past Sunday, I probably suffered the worst injury I've ever suffered at work. Okay, it's really not that bad. I just had a cut on the palm of my hand (near that meaty part of the palm, that connects to the thumb).
It looked pretty bad when it first happened, because of the breakage on the top layer of skin. That actually spread apart about half a centimetre. But the flesh part of the palm, it was just a regular cut. Maybe two millimetres at most.
The only problem was that I had a wood sliver stuck in my hand. I couldn't really see it, but that small hole in my hand kinda had me thinking there was one there. I tried pretty hard to get it out, because that was my main concern. So I spent about half-an-hour or so, trying to get at it, eventually resorting to a razor blade (thankfully, we bought a fresh box of them; otherwise, I would've just said, "f*ck it").
Now, I'm not emo. I don't like to cut at myself. I don't find any adrenaline doing that (unlike you, Stan... "it's like adrenaline. the pain is such a sudden rush for me"). I don't mind it so much when I get cuts by accident, but I just don't like doing it to myself. So that wasn't a fun experience.
To top that off, I was unsuccessful at pulling out the sliver. Like I said, it was a small hole in my hand. So, I gave up. It actually looked like my hand was already beginning the healing process, so I just figured, let the wound close up, and if there is a sliver in my hand, it'll be stuck in my hand. I just cleaned up my hand with some hand sanitizer, cried a little bit with that pain, put a band-aid over it, and continued working (though, I was considering milking it, since this was a work-related injury... but I'm not like that).
On Monday, the pain continued to hurt, even more so than on Sunday. I was back at work, cursing the machine that gave me my injury. Still a little worried about my hand, because I noticed a little bit of swelling around the cut. The wound continued looking like it was closing up and healing, so I just continued on.
Tuesday, day off, but drinking day. Kind of a blur, but hand slowly looked like it was getting better, though still hurting.
Wednesday, brought my bro's car to Honda to get it worked on. Brought his laptop too, to use their wireless internet, catching up on some webcomics. Guess I hit that cut, or extended my hand out a little too much, because I opened up the wound a little. Had it covered with a band-aid for the bulk of the day. Got home from going out, and noticed that something was at the opening of that wound. Picked at it, and pulled out the wood sliver that was in my hand. It was a centimetre long. Kind of a holy sh*t moment for me, when I saw that, and remembered that I considered leaving the wood sliver in there. That would've been bad. Few minutes later, another piece makes its way to the opening. Appeared to either be another wood piece that was a little bloody on one side, or a tiny plastic piece that was red, which the machine I was work on did have some red plastic around. Not sure, I just threw it away.
The hand feels so much better, as if nothing is jamming it from the inside. Hopefully, there isn't anymore pieces stuck in there. The wound appears to be healing nicely, and this just adds to my battle scars (aka, cuts I've received at work).
Fun times.