stabbed in the back
So this blog is another one of those 'realizing my limits' type of moment/thing. Ok well i was at home, in my garage throwing a tennis ball to my dog. I threw the ball against the wall, at which point the ball bounced straight back at me- so i decided to kick the ball out of mid-air. However, the ball hit my foot and went straight up. that's right, a 90 degree angle. And guess what was above my head? One of those long skinny fluorescent light bulb things. Well the light shattered, and do you know where all the glass went? into my back! ya, i'm not kidding here. A big ass piece of glass hit me in the back right between my shoulder blades... you know, that spot on your back that you can't see or reach. did i mention that nobody was home? Ok well my first thought was "ouch". My second thought was "damn, my dad's gonna be mad that i broke the light". Then i reached back and felt the blood running down my back. At this point i panicked. I'm not gonna lie here. I don't care how manly you are... when you get stabbed in the back by a big light bulb, and you're home alone, and you can't see/reach the stab wound... you're gonna panic. i ran to the bathroom while cupping my hand at my lower back. after seeing how much blood was coming out, i decided to do what any man in this situation would do. I called my dad. I told him what happened and he said "how bad is the cut". I replied... in a serious tone of voice, "well how much blood can you lose before you die?" He told me he would be home in a half hour, and if i though i was gonna die i could call 911. I looked in the mirror and saw that all the white powdery stuff from the light was all over my back. I hopped in the shower assuming that i should probably get the poisonous stuff off my skin. Here's how bad the cut was: when i let the water run over the cut, i couldn't even feel it because it already hurt about as bad as physically possible. When i un-cupped my hand from behind my back, i had like an entire handful of blood in my palm. i turned my hand over and tried to let the blood run off, but it just drizzled off like silly puddy, or jello or something. This was my first experience with 'coagulated' blood. I've heard of it, but i've never played with it. It was like the goop you buy in the 25 cent machines. you can pull it apart, and it's kinda stringy and stuff. Shall i continue? ok i know that's gross and i should shut up. well a trip to the ER, a five hour wait, and six stitches later i'm all better. Now i know six stitches doesn't sound like much, and to be honest, the cut was only like 2 inches long. But it cut all the way into the muscle... the doctor said that's why it bleed so much. anyways, here's the part where i realize my limits:
Everyone has seen the movies where a guy gets stabbed a couple times, but he stays on his feet and keeps fighting. right? well i always though it would take more than a quick stab from a pocket knife to take me out of a fight too. But i have to admit-- getting stabbed hurts like a bitch! i'm not sure how many times i could get stabbed before i just break down and cry like a baby. just a little advice: if somebody pulls a knife on you, just give them your wallet because getting stabbed sucks, and hospitals are expensive---so you're gonna lose the money one way or another. I guess better advice would be to just carry around a bigger knife, and stab the other guy first... and trust me, if you stab him hard enough (pretty much anywhere in the torso) he's not gonna keep fighting.
-steve
