I am officially the dumbest and clumsiest person I know... Ok so big surprise I here you cry, why the sudden revelation? This morning I successfully managed to stab myself in the palm of my hand with a kitchen knife...
The blood gushed, I felt rather queasy and took a while to stop the blood. I nearly fainted so had to lie down for a moment and then gave myself a stiff talking to because Carla Trundle is not a pansy girl with a queasy stomach. Stuff started pocking through the wound (wound hehe, it's only about a 1&1/2cm wide and 1/2cm deep but I like to be dramatic), my Dad insisted I go to a&e to check for no irreparable damage. Oh the shame.
As I rang The Doc (er Wardy not the hospital Doc) and explained I'd be late to work I got no sympathy! How rude, I may be clumsy but I'm hurting here! As I got into a&e a wondrous sight confronted me, an empty lounge. Miracles do happen, I was seen and treated in 15 minutes, the NHS has truly been touched by God.
It's a clean cut, nothing to worry about. They poked everything back in and gave me some butterfly stitches and a rather dramatic looking bandage. I now look like I'm half way holy enough to have been touched by the stigmata. That's the last time I try to pry apart frozen crumpets with a kitchen knife.