RSKY
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It all started when I ordered these new paring knives from Smokey Mountain Knife Works. They are Victorinox knives, made in Switzerland, and they are SHARP!! So I got one that I added on an order to get free shipping and we liked it so well that I ordered three more, one the with a serrated blade.
So the wife bought six dozen or so ears of corn and we were going to 'do corn' as we say in Kentucky. To make a long story short on the first ear the super sharp serrated blade went thru the shucks and cob like a stick of butter and I sliced a hunk of flesh off my left index finger. It hurt! I had sliced off about a quarter inch circle on the side of that finger. This is not the end of the story.
So I walked around using up five or six paper towels to soak up the blood. Grandkids, eight and four, were looking thru the trash can for granddaddy's finger. And after 35-40 minutes of constant bleeding my wife insisted that I go to the local Fast Pace clinic to get it sown up. I tried to explain that there was nothing to sew but she insisted. So I went.
Walked in and there was nobody waiting. Held up the blood soaked paper towel and they took me straight back to a room. This very pretty, very young, very nice young lady came in and looked at my finger and said that she was a nurse practitioner and could take care of it. I asked how and she replied that it would be "CHEMICAL CAUTERIZATION". Remember those words. I had to sign a bunch of papers. Then the little nurse practitioner pulled out what looked like a kitchen match with a black head on it. She put her left hand on my wrist pinning it to the tray, she said, "Brace yourself", and touched the end of the stick from he11 in the middle of the bloody wound. I screamed, jerked my hand back and yes I started crying. I have never had something hurt that bad. The pain went all the way up to my shoulder. After three or four minutes I calmed down enough to apologize to the young lady for acting so bad. It was a good ten minutes until she could finish rubbing the stick on the rest of the wound and it was nowhere as bad as the first touch. After it was over she said she had one man that had, "lost control of his bladder" after a treatment and that I hadn't acted that different from most.
Just remember the words "Chemical Cauterization" and if they are ever going to do that brace yourself.
RSKY
So the wife bought six dozen or so ears of corn and we were going to 'do corn' as we say in Kentucky. To make a long story short on the first ear the super sharp serrated blade went thru the shucks and cob like a stick of butter and I sliced a hunk of flesh off my left index finger. It hurt! I had sliced off about a quarter inch circle on the side of that finger. This is not the end of the story.
So I walked around using up five or six paper towels to soak up the blood. Grandkids, eight and four, were looking thru the trash can for granddaddy's finger. And after 35-40 minutes of constant bleeding my wife insisted that I go to the local Fast Pace clinic to get it sown up. I tried to explain that there was nothing to sew but she insisted. So I went.
Walked in and there was nobody waiting. Held up the blood soaked paper towel and they took me straight back to a room. This very pretty, very young, very nice young lady came in and looked at my finger and said that she was a nurse practitioner and could take care of it. I asked how and she replied that it would be "CHEMICAL CAUTERIZATION". Remember those words. I had to sign a bunch of papers. Then the little nurse practitioner pulled out what looked like a kitchen match with a black head on it. She put her left hand on my wrist pinning it to the tray, she said, "Brace yourself", and touched the end of the stick from he11 in the middle of the bloody wound. I screamed, jerked my hand back and yes I started crying. I have never had something hurt that bad. The pain went all the way up to my shoulder. After three or four minutes I calmed down enough to apologize to the young lady for acting so bad. It was a good ten minutes until she could finish rubbing the stick on the rest of the wound and it was nowhere as bad as the first touch. After it was over she said she had one man that had, "lost control of his bladder" after a treatment and that I hadn't acted that different from most.
Just remember the words "Chemical Cauterization" and if they are ever going to do that brace yourself.
RSKY