Blood Is Thicker Than Water

As it turns out cutting my wrist wasn't as painful as I had imagined. Now before you get all squirrelly thinking that I've become suicidal, don't. Last week while working at my kitchen table I was attempting to cut two plastic ties with my very sharp pocket knife when I accidentally plunged the 1 1/4 inch blade into my left wrist. The tie came off to easy or the knife was too sharp, either way before I realized what was happening I had stabbed myself. This was not a cut or slice, the knife went straight in. I have never seen so much blood. Of course I had no idea if I had hit an artery so I immediately covered and put pressure on it, and had the friend that was over take me to emergency. Luckily I missed the artery by about 2 1/2 inches, and I also didn't hit any tendons, just muscle. So for the past week I have had no use of my left hand. In fact I can't even hold a cup of coffee yet in that hand. Good thing I'm right handed.

But this brings me back to my previous post, only now I'm contributing to my failing body. Speaking of which, I had my CAT scan yesterday. So I should know next week if I'll see 31 or not. So with that I'm going to leave you with my favorite Jack Handy.

"When I die, I would like to go peacefully, in my sleep, like my Grandfather did. Not screaming and yelling like the passenger in his car."