Posted by sean on December 20, 2005 at 11:06 pm in Work Activities with No Comments

I sustained a terrible injury at work today. There was panic, pain and gore… paper cuts can really be horrific.

My cut made an awful mess

Anybody who has every had a paper cut will know it is one of those things that shouldn’t really hurt much but bloody well does. The thought of the wound is often a lot worse than the injury itself, looking at the slit in my hand and feeling the two torn pieces of skin rubbing together made me feel sick. My office didn’t even have any plasters so I had to last the rest of the day and make it home carrying along a war wound.

It is now over six hours later and while the bleeding has long since stopped the skin hasn’t healed. I do expect it to heal on its own, no need for stitches although I have some vodka, cotton and a needle to hand should I need to perform emergency surgery on myself.

The paper which cut me!!!

Health and safety in the workplace focus on so many areas nowadays, trailing wires, hazardous Christmas lights, hot drinks. No safety inspector has ever recognised the danger of a common piece of A4 paper – lethal!

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