i hacked off a chunk of my finger trying to have a little cheese snack and had to go to the emergency room. it was too late to get stiches. they said it'll be disfigured and I have to wear the above contraption for weeks because the nerve endings are exposed. it hurts so bad. i'm too terrified to bathe or change the dressing.
My dad was with me - i hugged him, crying and wailing like the hellish demon i am and he kept saying shit like "Ames, stop it. you are NOT going to die. When I was 18 I was in hospital for a week because i was pissing blood, had 4 broken fingers, 3 broken ribs, one which had broken off and snagged into the bit of my back that was broken and caused a cyst. And I still didn't cry. I didn't cry the time of the bike accident either. C'mon love. Think about Halloween."

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