My Poor Little Finger

So, after staying up until five or six this morning I decided I should probably go to sleep. I started sleeping to Fireflight and woke up to Skrillex, pretty good sleeping music if you ask me. It was almost Noon when I woke up, about 11:45 ish. I got up, texted a lady friend, had a deep and meaningful conversation about absolutely nothing, and then took a shower. After half an hour of showering (I was busy singing and sleeping instead of actually showering) I finally washed my hair and cleaned myself up. Got out of the shower and continued to text a lady friend. She and I made plans in the future so I may write about that sometime. After three hours of doing pretty much nothing (Exciting right?) I got my butt off the bed and got dressed for work. It was a pretty average day at work for the most part but while I was in the back cleaning out a tub, I reached in to grab some forks and knives but I didn't pull any up, this is where I'm going to go into detail. I ripped my hand out of the tub almost as soon as I had put it in, my right index finger was on fire. I looked at it for a second and a few droplets of blood started to come out. I walked over to the manager to ask for keys to the office so that I could patch it up with a Band-Aid. As I was walking to the office, I was surprised by Jenae who called from behind me and asked "Oh my gosh, Brandon, are you okay?" to which I replied "Yeah, I guess?" It wasn't until I had said it that I noticed she was looking at my hand. From the third digit on my right index finger, there was a trail of dark red blood, streaming down all the way to my wrist. I sort of hurried myself to the office as soon as possible and as I fumbled around the keys to get the office opened I noticed my hands shaking, I guess the sight of my own blood is a little unerving. I opened the door and got myself a bandage as soon as possible then walked out, returned the keys and got back to my station. I cleaned off the blood stream from my finger to my wrist with hot water and soap then got a glove to keep anything from getting around the bandage. I looked through my tub to find what had sliced my finger and the culprit was none other than a shattered glass that my co-worker, whomever it may be, failed to mention was in there. I went on with my business, cleaning out tubs when I hear on of the other managers ask "Who cut themselves?" to which I instinctively answered "I did" I turned around to see him looking at the floor. Specifically he was staring at the trail of blood that had dripped from my finger to the floor the whole time as I was getting a Band-Aid. He asked if I was okay and I told him in a very serious voice "I hope so." he went on with his business and I went on with mine. I do have to say that my cut hurt like a mother trucker, it was like salt in the wound... Oh wait, it probably was.... and also soda, vinegar, lemons, and ketchup. I wanted to die it hurt so bad. I finally got off work and drove home without the bandage because the bleeding had stopped. As I walked into my front door to tell someone about my night my cut somehow opened itself up again and I started bleeding all over the floor without me noticing. I stopped to tell my dad about it and as I finished up and walked into the kitchen I noticed I had a two red dots, one at the base of my thumb and one at the tip. I looked down at the floor and I had left another trail of blood, it's a good thing it was on the hardwood floor rather than the carpet. I patched it up with another Band-Aid, gauze, and some medical tape. As I'm typing this though I notice that the gauze is getting a little red so my finger has apparently refused to stop its profuse bleeding and has started to soak through it's dressings, fantastic.