So I was out trimming the hedges for my parents as a part of the new and updated conditions of my staying with them for free. I had just finished when I started looking at the blades of the trimmer....So shiny...I know I shouldn't...... can I just touch....THWACK!
Ow.
Come up to the deck, ask mum for a bandaid. She comes up, takes one look and runs off, returning a few minutes later with a pile of first aid kits. A lot of blood antiseptic cream and family members holding my arm to stop possible movement later, my right index finger is wrapped in enough bandages to make a mummy jealous and about as mobile as fat uncle fred.
First thing I think about?
"damn there goes half my braking fingers...."
However, my glove still fits over the bandages (just) and I'll be going out tomorrow regardless.]
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