Always an Adventure! - Brooks Style
Okay. So, today started off as a fairly usual Sunday. I didn't have a register, all I had to do was help put away things in some of the aisles from our delivery on Friday. No problem, that's what I prefer doing. The only annoying thing was that I had been feeling slightly nauseous since the morning, and even chugging Emetrol had only worked somewhat.
Everything was going along fine and I was managing to get stuff put away quickly. At one point, I went to pick up the next tote (these red containers we recieve the products in) and all of a sudden ::PAIN!:: I felt something sharp go in my hand, right in the fleshy part near the thumb, and after dropping the tote, I noticed that one of the metal rings was broken and ominously pointy.
Now, accidentally cutting ourselves on stuff is practically part of the job description. It happens at one-hour photo, it happens when bringing in the delivery, etc. Usually they're the type of cuts that you don't even notice until afterwards, when you sit there and wonder "how did I get that?"
This was not one of those times.
It didn't start bleeding right away, but I started walking towards the office to get a Band Aid anyway. But no sooner had I walked a few steps, was I able to feel a disgustingly warm trickle running down my hand, dripping off my finger. I looked down, and there was suddenly a small puddle of blood in my hand. Umm. O_o;;
Luckily, one of my coworkers (the sorority girl, actually) was also heading into the office and was like "What's up?" to which I replied "I'm bleeding," and I held out my hand. It still didn't seem *so* bad. Besides, it wasn't even a big cut lengthwise, although it had felt kind of deep when it happened.
So we both went upstairs. There was nothing there to clean it up with and no Band Aids in sight. I could still feel the blood trickling down my hand, and suddenly that sensation, coupled with the sight of it was making me feel light headed. I've never been good with the sight of my own blood, although it had been many years since I had *fainted* because of it. Unfortuantely, I was starting to get that feeling now. I crawled onto one of the chairs and she ran off to get some baby wipes or something. She returned within an instant, but I was doing progressively worse. I didn't think it was bleeding enough to possibly warrant stitches or anything, but then again, I couldn't look. She handed me some baby wipes to clean it up with, but I was starting to feel too woozy to do even that, so she put some in my hand and told me to hold it on there while she went to get some bandages.
As soon as she left, I crumpled forward, onto the desk. I kept flashing back to the last time I *did* pass out, when I had to get something like 6 vials of blood taken *after* fasting for like 12 hours or so (I had to fast, it wasn't voluntary!). It wasn't pretty and Nick, if you're reading, I'm sure you remember that incident well. :p I thought maybe some orange juice would help, but at this point, it was a struggle to even hold my hand shut. I tried concentrating on breathing so I *wouldn't* pass out completely.
Next thing I knew, the girl and Chris *and* "Kevin" were there, but I didn't have my eyes open, so I didn't know entirely what was going on. I guess she hadn't told them about my cut, because Chris asked if I had been sick since I had mentioned feeling nauseous earlier. That, and apparently I was looking a little grey. :/ But I guess they learned the actual situation soon after, cuz someone was wiping my hand and then bandaging it, and then someone else was wiping my other fingers, which I guess had blood on them. Not to mention the desk, which I had been indiscriminantly been bleeding on. They kept trying to keep me talking, and I was-- kinda. But I was honestly *this* close to passing completely out. I don't know how I didn't.
I guess there *had* been a lot of blood for such a small cut, but it didn't even go through the first gauze pad she put on it, so that was good. Before I was able to open my eyes or sit up, I asked someone to grab me the juice I had thought of before-- that's what they had given me last time I fainted. I think Chris got it and put it near me, but even after the cut was bandaged, I couldn't sit up for a little while afterwards. No one left the room until I was mostly okay again, which was nice. Chris also got me some peanut butter crackers to eat and I just sat around for about a half hour until I really felt okay enough to walk around.
I decided to rebandage the cut too, since I didn't want it the scab sticking to it. I got some hydrogen peroxide, some neosporin, and a box of spiderman band aids and went into the bathroom to do everything. It was still bleeding a little, and the sight of it made me a little bit lightheaded again, but I did what I needed to. I needed to change the bandage two more times, but by the end of the night the wound looked much cleaner. It will probably take awhile to heal completely just cuz of where it's located, but eh. It's really NOT a long cut at all, but it IS kinda deep, which probably made it bleed a lot.
The whole incident made my nausea go away for awhile though! heh And "Kevin" decided to order pizza for everyone (which almost never happens) and didn't make me pay cuz he felt bad or something. :p
Yes, it was slightly embarrassing, but hell. I AM kinda surprised I had such a bad reaction, because the sight of blood hasn't bothered me in a long time. And I should note that other people's blood doesn't bother me too much, though I have no idea how *I* would have reacted if the tables had been turned, and one of my coworkers was bleeding and passed out in the office. So I have to give major props to them for handling it so well.
In better news, I got some spending money from my parents for my birthday and I used a bit to buy The Assassination of Richard Nixon! I'm getting it through amazon.com since it's cheaper on there than at Newbury Comics or anywhere else I've seen it. So now there's no excuse for not seeing it :p (though I even doubt I'll be watching it for awhile just cuz I'm so busy over the next two weeks!)
Everything was going along fine and I was managing to get stuff put away quickly. At one point, I went to pick up the next tote (these red containers we recieve the products in) and all of a sudden ::PAIN!:: I felt something sharp go in my hand, right in the fleshy part near the thumb, and after dropping the tote, I noticed that one of the metal rings was broken and ominously pointy.
Now, accidentally cutting ourselves on stuff is practically part of the job description. It happens at one-hour photo, it happens when bringing in the delivery, etc. Usually they're the type of cuts that you don't even notice until afterwards, when you sit there and wonder "how did I get that?"
This was not one of those times.
It didn't start bleeding right away, but I started walking towards the office to get a Band Aid anyway. But no sooner had I walked a few steps, was I able to feel a disgustingly warm trickle running down my hand, dripping off my finger. I looked down, and there was suddenly a small puddle of blood in my hand. Umm. O_o;;
Luckily, one of my coworkers (the sorority girl, actually) was also heading into the office and was like "What's up?" to which I replied "I'm bleeding," and I held out my hand. It still didn't seem *so* bad. Besides, it wasn't even a big cut lengthwise, although it had felt kind of deep when it happened.
So we both went upstairs. There was nothing there to clean it up with and no Band Aids in sight. I could still feel the blood trickling down my hand, and suddenly that sensation, coupled with the sight of it was making me feel light headed. I've never been good with the sight of my own blood, although it had been many years since I had *fainted* because of it. Unfortuantely, I was starting to get that feeling now. I crawled onto one of the chairs and she ran off to get some baby wipes or something. She returned within an instant, but I was doing progressively worse. I didn't think it was bleeding enough to possibly warrant stitches or anything, but then again, I couldn't look. She handed me some baby wipes to clean it up with, but I was starting to feel too woozy to do even that, so she put some in my hand and told me to hold it on there while she went to get some bandages.
As soon as she left, I crumpled forward, onto the desk. I kept flashing back to the last time I *did* pass out, when I had to get something like 6 vials of blood taken *after* fasting for like 12 hours or so (I had to fast, it wasn't voluntary!). It wasn't pretty and Nick, if you're reading, I'm sure you remember that incident well. :p I thought maybe some orange juice would help, but at this point, it was a struggle to even hold my hand shut. I tried concentrating on breathing so I *wouldn't* pass out completely.
Next thing I knew, the girl and Chris *and* "Kevin" were there, but I didn't have my eyes open, so I didn't know entirely what was going on. I guess she hadn't told them about my cut, because Chris asked if I had been sick since I had mentioned feeling nauseous earlier. That, and apparently I was looking a little grey. :/ But I guess they learned the actual situation soon after, cuz someone was wiping my hand and then bandaging it, and then someone else was wiping my other fingers, which I guess had blood on them. Not to mention the desk, which I had been indiscriminantly been bleeding on. They kept trying to keep me talking, and I was-- kinda. But I was honestly *this* close to passing completely out. I don't know how I didn't.
I guess there *had* been a lot of blood for such a small cut, but it didn't even go through the first gauze pad she put on it, so that was good. Before I was able to open my eyes or sit up, I asked someone to grab me the juice I had thought of before-- that's what they had given me last time I fainted. I think Chris got it and put it near me, but even after the cut was bandaged, I couldn't sit up for a little while afterwards. No one left the room until I was mostly okay again, which was nice. Chris also got me some peanut butter crackers to eat and I just sat around for about a half hour until I really felt okay enough to walk around.
I decided to rebandage the cut too, since I didn't want it the scab sticking to it. I got some hydrogen peroxide, some neosporin, and a box of spiderman band aids and went into the bathroom to do everything. It was still bleeding a little, and the sight of it made me a little bit lightheaded again, but I did what I needed to. I needed to change the bandage two more times, but by the end of the night the wound looked much cleaner. It will probably take awhile to heal completely just cuz of where it's located, but eh. It's really NOT a long cut at all, but it IS kinda deep, which probably made it bleed a lot.
The whole incident made my nausea go away for awhile though! heh And "Kevin" decided to order pizza for everyone (which almost never happens) and didn't make me pay cuz he felt bad or something. :p
Yes, it was slightly embarrassing, but hell. I AM kinda surprised I had such a bad reaction, because the sight of blood hasn't bothered me in a long time. And I should note that other people's blood doesn't bother me too much, though I have no idea how *I* would have reacted if the tables had been turned, and one of my coworkers was bleeding and passed out in the office. So I have to give major props to them for handling it so well.
In better news, I got some spending money from my parents for my birthday and I used a bit to buy The Assassination of Richard Nixon! I'm getting it through amazon.com since it's cheaper on there than at Newbury Comics or anywhere else I've seen it. So now there's no excuse for not seeing it :p (though I even doubt I'll be watching it for awhile just cuz I'm so busy over the next two weeks!)
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