Use #93: A splint for your fingers when you stab yourself between the knuckles...
The Story:
So I was unloading the dishwasher (yes, at 1:00 in the morning), when suddenly, the glass I was holding slipped out of my hand. With the agility and speed of a mountain lion, I swooped my hand down to catch the glass. In doing so, I managed to stab/impale/spear myself between the knuckles of my pinky and ring finger with a knife sticking out of the silverware basket (think of Wolverine's claws, only backwards). I caught the glass, and instantly yanked my hand up to check out the damage. Yeouch, the wound is deep, real deep. I mean, you can look into it. I'm guessing it had 3mm or more of penetration into my hand, deep enough to go completely through the entire layer of skin and into the depths beyond. Oddly enough, it didn't bleed, just a little dab. And there was never a sharp pain, just a constant background ache. Basically, it went like this:
So there I am, with a deep gash between my knuckles at 1:00am. I cleaned up the wound and tried to figure out a way to keep it closed so it wouldn't scar too bad. I used a bandaid to press the sides together, but if i bent my fingers at all, it would pull the sides of the cut apart. I needed a splint, but nary a popsicle stick was to be found. What I do have is beer coasters. So I cut one up and taped it to my hand. Classy, I know.
The Story:
So I was unloading the dishwasher (yes, at 1:00 in the morning), when suddenly, the glass I was holding slipped out of my hand. With the agility and speed of a mountain lion, I swooped my hand down to catch the glass. In doing so, I managed to stab/impale/spear myself between the knuckles of my pinky and ring finger with a knife sticking out of the silverware basket (think of Wolverine's claws, only backwards). I caught the glass, and instantly yanked my hand up to check out the damage. Yeouch, the wound is deep, real deep. I mean, you can look into it. I'm guessing it had 3mm or more of penetration into my hand, deep enough to go completely through the entire layer of skin and into the depths beyond. Oddly enough, it didn't bleed, just a little dab. And there was never a sharp pain, just a constant background ache. Basically, it went like this:
So there I am, with a deep gash between my knuckles at 1:00am. I cleaned up the wound and tried to figure out a way to keep it closed so it wouldn't scar too bad. I used a bandaid to press the sides together, but if i bent my fingers at all, it would pull the sides of the cut apart. I needed a splint, but nary a popsicle stick was to be found. What I do have is beer coasters. So I cut one up and taped it to my hand. Classy, I know.
