Ever cut your hand on glass?
 

Yesterday, I was play fighting with my girlfriend and i splashed some water on top of her hair from my glass cup and she got all revenge-like. I know her, she was going to splash the entire glass full of her water on me so I was getting read to block and she came up with that shit hard with a low swing, i took my left hand and stopped the glass head on... that causing the glass to smash into my hand, burst into smithers and slice my fingers open in 4 places and a circular cut in the meaty part on the right of my left hand.


My middle finger has a HUGE gash in it that goes down to the bone, and my hand was draining blood.

The first thing I yell out, while shes freaking out because she got a little splinter of glass in her palm which very shortly after fell out on its own, i yell out " QUICK, GET THE CAMERA" and she just stands there staring at me, LOL.... anyways, i told her to go get the hospital anti-bacterial liquid soap and honey, and i washed my hand off after letting it drip blood in my front lawn for a while, then i took the honey and smeared it over the gashes and let it sit for a while, to stop the bleeding.

After that, I washed my hand again and the bleeding had stopped and i put some bandaids on the gashes.

Now, looking at these cuts - you would know I need stitches and a bandaid is no where near the type of help my hand needed, but I hate going to hospitals, so as of today i have a non-closing gash on my middle finger because of its size and the fact I steer with my left hand and its in a bad position which keeps ripping the skin open when i move my hand.


I wish I had pics to show of yesterday or today, but I dont have my digi cam or webcam setup.


Just imagine a huge deep cut that looks like it has gangrene when you look at it under a redlight, and just plain sick in normal light because you can see into my finger and the bone.

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Three weeks before I got married the first time, I was cleaning some glass cups. My wife was at work, and I was home alone.

Well one of the damn things broke on me, and put a slash into the top of my hand between the thumb and the index finger.
I had to wrap it in a towel, drive to the hospital, and then after getting 18 stitches, drive to pick her up from work.

The sad thing is that she got mad at me.

That bitch.

ytcracker?

Nah he cutt's it on da mic r Phone

I broke a glass washing dishes once and thought I had all the glass out of the sink, I went to jam some food particles down below the drain filter and a piece of glass was lodged edge up in their, went about a half inch into my finger, bled for fucking ever.

word i thought he was askin if any1 ever cut yt's hand on glass :1orglaugh

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Damn Typos...

this thread is useless without pics

Heh... I was sweeping the floor one day (on rare occasions I have been known to do domestic shit) and was maneuvering around the kitchen table and my then girlfriend when I tapped the glass globe covering the overhead lamp. It didn't fall right away so, thinking that everything was fine, went on with sweeping. About 15 seconds later it'd wiggled itself free and shattered on my head.

I don't know how many of you have ever had a serious head gash, but those fuckers bleed like a bitch. So I'm standing there, blood streaming down my forehead into my eyes, girlfriend standing there with that 'deer in headlights' look until I say "Mind getting me a fucking towel and some shoes, please? I gotta get to the hospital."

Gouged my mellon up pretty severe, caught me on the upper lip and ear, and some minor fallout on my feet (no socks or shoes). Ahh, fun times.

My wife now does the sweeping. I think it's probably for the best. :thumbsup

Next time handle it with care!

A few times when I was washing dishes while being drunk.

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This sounds like a pretty painful experience. I'm sorry to hear you went through this. I can also see why you'd wonder if YT has gone through this. Hopefully he can respond soon and let us know!

I managed to somehow lock myself out of my house once...patio door had a loose latch or something stupid like that. The house was build in the late 60's and had those typical, sliding metal frame windows. The outer (storm) window was open, so I decided to try to knock the inner window off its track. I started by gently just nudging it in a rhythmic manner...when it looked like it was ready to give, I nudged it just a *little* bit harder - just hard enough to smash through the glass with my bare hand.

At that point all I knew was that I was bleeding a lot, and that I really wanted a cigarette. As calmly as I could, I cleared the remaining glass out enough so I could climb in and get a towel to wrap my hand in. (I was in a little bit of shock, I think.) I was bleeding like a stuck pig, but none of the cuts were really bad enough to require stitches. I still have a nice little scar, though. (Or, I did - can't seem to find it now.)

When my now-ex-husband got home, he was convinced that I'd faked a weak suicide attempt to get attention. Um, no, I just didn't want to spend the afternoon locked out of the house, DEAR. He thought the same thing when I gashed my palm on a broken toilet seat lid. (TMI? You decide.) Why was it easier for him to think of me as suicidal, rather than just plain CLUMSY? Oh well, that's the past...