Well, this is an odd cut. I could barely remember how I got it until I remember that I put a glass on the table last night and it decided to shatter in my hand. The woman who was serving our table was very nice, rushing to get me cleaned up and to stick a plaster on me. She wasn't very attractive though. She was average, 5/10, but the cut on my finger is epic.
It looks like a massive chunk has been removed and a small flap of skin has covered up the vile gash. I don't think that's actually the case though, as the "flap" is quite thick and actually appears to be raised from the finger. I hope there's not a piece of glass stuck underneath there.
In terms of pain, the cut is a bit of a letdown. Last night I was fairly sure I'd be in agony this morning, and while that's true of my head, I can't even feel the cut. It's like it's not even there, to be honest. Very disappointing.
It healed amazingly fast. It looks like a week old wound rather than a... 9 hour old wound. I somehow lost the plaster, otherwise I'd see if it had bled much, but if it did then it's stopped now.
It's gonna leave a nice scar :D
Overall, the cut is visually pretty good, but it's not painful or anything which is pretty lame. The scar it's going to leave is going to be epic though.
6/10
Things I learned last night:
I'm not gay, apparently. One day I'll make up my mind.
I must look good in a suit.
People worry about me, bizarrely. Only the people at work though. I wish other people worried about me too.
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