Tuesdays with Morris

So, yesterday I pulled a totally idiotic move…

In attempting to cut a cable wrapped around a power cord, I grabbed one of my trusty Cutco knives (serrated edge, of course). Why this knife? Well, I couldn’t find the scissors and the knife set was right there. And, knowing how sharp these knives are, I was positive the cut would be fast and easy.

And, it was! However, in my overly zealous cutting, the knife managed to find it’s way to my knuckle on my left index finger. A jagged, deep cut! Lots of blood.

So, after bleeding for 4-5 hours, I decided that I was just going to wrap it up and have a doctor look at it at church in the morning. However, under the advice of my wife, I made my way to the emergency room.

Arriving at the registration desk, I found out that I would probably sit in the waiting room until 1am. That sounded ridiculous. So, I left.

In talking to my mother, she told me about a little “doc-in-a-box” outfit that could stitch me up.

I found my way to this facility. The nurse practitioner took one look at it and said, “Yeah, we need to close that up.”

Due to the location and depth of the cut, it was determined that it would be best to stitch it…otherwise I would end up breaking it open every time I use my hand.

They asked how I cut it…I told them it was while cutting a cable. They asked if I was splicing cable. I said, “No, but wouldn’t it make a more interesting story if I told you I had climbed up a pole and was splicing cable illegally from my neighbors?” It was agreed by all in the room that this would have been a more entertaining story.

So, here I sit, with three stitches. It’s kind of annoying. Kind of embarassing…three stitches??? But, I’m not bleeding anymore…so I’ve got that going for me.