Well this is one of my six *from having stitches* scares. LoL... yes what can I say I have had allot of issues growing up. This one though was created by MY OWN doing.. The others were surgical.
Anyway the story... I was working the closing shift *by myself* at *Great Harvest Bread Co.* and at this shop we gave out free samples of bread. This lady comes in and we chit-chat. Well she purchases some bread and then asks for a sample of sourdough bread, it's a bagget. Well I take the knife, start to cut the bread and then the knife slips and I cut into my left index finger instead of the bread. I say *Oh Goodness* and put my hand behind my back. The lady looks at me horrified. She asks, "oh my goodness, are you okay?" I reply back, "oh yes..." as I nervously giggle. She asks, "are you bleeding?" I look... Shoot.. (I am bleeding and rather allot, I am thinking this) So she leaves after asking me if I need help and I decline. Well I then one handed have to close up shop, write out a few signs and tape them on the doors. And lock up the doors. I then call my boss, who I forgot was over in the valley, he tells me to call his wife. I call her and she's like "oh goodness I will be there in 5 minutes..." I call my mom where I tell her she needs to come uhhh.... pick me up and take me to urgent care or the E.R.. That I had sliced my finger open... *I'm glad my momma was able to pick me up I don't think I would have been able to drive myself. THANK YOU MOMMA!*... Well while I was waiting, I went to the sink to look at my boo-boo... You know you have cut yourself deep when you see gulp...bone! Anyway soooo I went to the doctor and got it stitched up... 4 stitches later I have this lovely little scar...
~Be Safe! Be Blessed and Be A Blessing!~
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