injury of stupidity

once upon a time, i was carving a turkey-pumpkin (kill two holidays with one cucurbita), and decided to get aggressive with the details. i thought it would be a great idea to thin out the wing portion of my turkey by using the terribly dull kroger paring knife.

i held the vibrant orange chunk, which had been purposely separated, in my left hand. i began to run the paring knife, in my right, just below the soft inner-skin of the pumpkin. the knife caught, then shot through the remainder of the wing. the blade continued into my hand, slicing the skin, and grazing the muscle. this caused an uncomfortable amount of blood to flow.

two stitches later...



here life lessons i should have remembered from cub scouts:
1. never cut towards yourself
2. never use a dull knife
3. apply pressure to wounds
4. never carve pumpkins ten hours before a marathon
5. always make sure you have at least one cromp on the scene so they can save your ass, call 9-1-1, and take you to the hospital to get repaired