04.29.2009
What Cuts Me 2 The Quick: Broken Glass
by The $@bs
I was washing dishes when a glass bottle broke (more like spontaneously combusted) and cut my arm so deeply it exposed the bone and tendon: NASTY. I hate the sight of my own blood, but that’s trivial compared to the sight of my own blood flowing over the bone in my arm.
The good news is I didn’t have to go back to Harlem Hospital (as in the case of the Pot Hole Smack Down of ’08). Instead I went to Mt. Sinai, which I highly recommend. I would, however, discourage anyone from raking broken glass down the arm.
