Okay, so, story of what happened last night.

Friend has this giant Godzilla figure that has what looks like speakers in the chest. We assumed, well, it must make noise and, therefore, must have a battery compartment somewhere. So we open it up and find it and there's no screw bit for the compartment, trying to flip it up doesn't work, what the hell? So I grab my multi-tool and we try prying it open with the knife, with the screwdriver, with other parts, nothing.

So I figure, it's gotta come off, right? So I'm working at it with the knife part and talking and I guess I just bent weird and the knife folded in on my middle finger. I didn't realize until I felt something 'thump' against my hand and half of the blade was embedded in my flesh.

(mind you, i had also just beforehand turned the blade so it was facing away from me, trying to be safe so it didn't slip and stab me)

Blade comes out of my finger, blood rises up, finger goes in my mouth and I exit Lauren's room so I don't

a.) bleed on her things
b.) pass out because that's what happens sometimes when i realize i am not invincible

So I sit in the kitchen with my hand above my head and it's twenty or so minutes and it's still bleeding. We wait just a little longer, to make sure I'm feeling well enough to get up and move, then we head off to the ER to get me some stitches.

(also akron general's er is amazing)

ER visit was shockingly quick. I got two stitches bundled with the news that I may have severed or nicked a tendon (right now i have what's called 'mallet finger', where i cannot straighten out my finger completely) and that may require surgery depending on the severity. I also had to get a tetanus shot because the last time I had one was probably when I was a child.

(getting the stitches themselves was nothing, whatever it is they do to pull the skin back and clean it beforehand was awful)

I've got a splint now with an extension piece that goes down to my palm to keep my finger straight, which is annoying as shit. But pain hasn't been too bad overall. They gave me a prescription for percoset, but I probably won't bother filling it.

While I can still kinda draw, my middle finger is obviously where I rest my pencil at, so I GUESS I'M NOT DOING THAT FOR A LITTLE WHILE. Kind of a bummer, but hopefully it won't be for too long after I see the ortho surgeon and get things rolling with that.