When I was about 18 or so...
I sliced my bloody hand open.

The culprits? A glass window and my stupidity.

I hadn't opened the window in my room in a long time, so naturally it was a bit stuck. Trying to open it with just one hand won't do. I need some leverage.

So I opt to pick the static pane of glass for leverage, bracing my left hand against it (to apply friction and all that) as I use my right hand to push the window open to the left.


I hear sounds of stressing glass about a quarter second before my left hand goes through the window. I haven't pushed the window out, oh no. I've pushed a 10-15cm boundary out of the window, making the sharp edges slice against my palm, wrist and the back of my hand.

Thankfully my wrist wasn't sliced open. I had a myriad of minor cuts all over my palm, wrist and back of my hand. And then I noticed the Big One: a 3cm long gash on the meaty section of the palm, right below the thumb. I look at this for a moment, then realize that it's bleeding quite profusely, since the wound is so deep. Not spurting, like an arterial wound, but blood's coming out pretty damned fast.

What would any 18 year old do in this situation? That's right, I shriek like a little girl and run to my mother, crying hysterically whilst holding my bloody hand. She sees it and curses, pushes me into the bathroom and holds my hand underneath the tap, squeezing it and applying pressure. I can feel the little "grains" of glass popping out, ugh. Then she wraps my hand in some gauze and tape and sends me off.

Bloody thankful that I didn't have to get stitches or go to casualty...

At least I can look upon my life now (I'm 22 since Dec 14) and nod, knowing that I haven't done anything as stupid as that since then.

But hey, I've got time to make up for.
(Magus Zeal reloading since, Sat 22 Dec 2007, 3:48, Reply)