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Okay, so the title really says it all. And the 4 stitches and the big bandage do make me feel better about getting light-headed and even a little queasy from the pain of cutting my hand at work today. In fact, I'm a stupendous badass/complete idiot for working 5+ hours with what turns out is a pretty serious injury. (I wrapped it up the best I could, but since another coworker also cut himself today, we managed to run the first aid kit out of a bunch of stuff, to the point where our boss actually gave me $5 and sent me to the 7-11 next door for supplies, but that's a different story. Anyway, I wrapped it up the best I could and kept working, because it was busy. And I kept working, and it hurt a bunch, and I kept thinking, "Geez, I hope I'm not feeling all faint and out of it because of the sight of my own blood. That would be really wussy." No, it turns out I was probably feeling a bit of the ol' shock there, and I'm actually really hardcore. Also I'm kind of a dumbass for finishing my shift, but I really didn't think it was that bad.) Long story short, I got home after my shift and then Peter and I went to Urgent Care, and just as I was thinking "Gee, it's stopped bleeding, and it hurts but it doesn't look so bad anymore, maybe I should just bandage it up and go home," it turned out they wanted to stitch me up. So, um, yeah. I've bragged enough about my 4 stitches now, so I'm going to go to sleep before the local anaesthetic wears off and the pain maybe keeps me awake. (I got some Vicodin, but I'd rather not use it, because I'm a big macho dumb-ass. But if you didn't know that about me already, then this story probably proves it.)