I usually wait until the next morning to post about what went on during the day. But I wanted to do this one while it was still fresh in my mind.
My partner in crime, part time bubble officer, favorite lyricist, fellow music enthusiast and co-author Vinnie got hurt pretty bad at work today.
Working by himself up in the bubble, of all places.
It seems he was trying to get down to the bathroom before things got too busy in the house and smashed his finger in the bathroom door. In the prison, even our bathroom doors are steel and heavy. Hey, you never know if you might have to barricade yourself in there, some day.
GM had told me he had hurt himself, just in passing. It didn't sound too pressing until I looked up and saw the look on Vinnies face. And him sitting there holding a paper towel dripping blood. I ran up to relieve him and he showed me what he had done. Tore the nail almost completely off and bleeding like a stuck pig. Dripping blood all over the place. Ack.
Sarge and the Major (who had just happened to stop by) came up and I said "He's gotta go now." Managed to get his duty belt and radio back on and the Major drove him up to medical. Turns out he split the bone in his finger lengthwise. And lost the nail completely. Ouch.
Managed to get the blood cleaned up with prodigious amounts of bleach and I got stuck running the bubble for the rest of the night. Damn. They ran my legs off, as usual. Suckers.
So Vinnie is going to be out of commission for awhile.
I just don't have the words to tell you how badly that sucks.
Just imagine I kept typing the words "This really sucks" for about fifty lines. You'd start to get the idea.
If he wasn't already hurt, I'd kick his butt.
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