Don't you hate that split second when you realize that you have cut yourself badly and you don't want to look? At first there really is no pain at all, until the throbbing starts after a while...
Don't you hate that split second when you realize that you have cut yourself badly and you don't want to look? At first there really is no pain at all, until the throbbing starts after a while...
Oh, by the way, the doc told me I'd never grow that fingernail back (it did, in fact, grow back, you'd never guess which it was, as a matter of fact, I'm not sure which finger it was). But I always will think of that Navy doctor and her great come-back. It was one of those moments when you just say, hey, there was a reason for some of the women's rights movement. In fact, both my husband (now of almost 30 years) and the man we were staying with (a friend of my husband's of a decade more than that) are both great cooks, it was just the off chance that I was slicing the sausage and had enough to drink over the previous few days that I bled like a ... well, a busted water pipe.
