(10:30am - Coworker: Just get here when you feel like it huh?)
Back at work from a wonderful weekend I was not really looking forward to the day ahead of me yesterday. My mind was still consumed with New Orleans and the memories created and shared by the amazing people I met. After grabbing breakfast and discussing the plan for the day it was time to change into high gear. It was going to be necessary if I had planned on making it through the day.
(11:15am - SLIP, CRASH, BOOM…umm, is that blood?)
While working on a piece of equipment it began to fall and in my attempt to brace my body against it I ended up slicing a layer or two of skin off of my left middle finger and pinky. Ideally I should have let it fall as it would have been more easier replaced than had I lost my left pinky. As I went to pickup the equipment I noticed 1, then 2, then 5 drops of blood. Heading to the restroom I asked two of my coworkers to clean up the mess I had just made.
My manager sees me as I walk by, smiles, notices the blood, and then says “Ahh Sh#t!”. I smile as I continue to walk towards the bathroom. After cleaning the wounds with water my manager helps me bandage my fingers, but the blood is seeping through the bandaids. Fifteen minutes later I am in the “medical” facility that my employer uses for work-related injuries. All wrapped up I head back to work, fill out an injury report, and kick into slow gear as there was only so much I could do with one hand. (Hmm, maybe I should rewrite that last sentence.)
Back at work today with a fresh set of bandages after a stop at the “medical” facility all was well. Except for the fact that yesterday’s injury is remembered by today’s pain.
Note: This post was typed using one hand. 
(Photo: Bandaid Bandage by Pam Roth)
