So on Saturday I managed to slice my finger and it hurts like a MOFO.
The cut was SO deep, I called out: “Babaaaa 7aaaki! I think my finger is cut really badly” He took one look at it and said: “Calm down” which made me automatically freak out. Baba 7aki wanted to administer some first aid so he gets a band-aid and a paper towel to wrap it , yeah, we need a first aid kit, and then he SQUEEZED MY FINGER, you don’t understand, the cut was REALLY deep, so I was like, what are you doing? he said, I am applying pressure to stop the bleeding, and he squeezed again, and then I started to see stars and almost fainted. The end.
No. Of course that’s not the end! Baba 7aki was not allowed to touch my finger after that.
All this happened at 7 pm , we had people coming over for Iftar(dinner) at 8:30. We had food in the oven, buddha was sleeping and I did not want to wake Buddha so I drove myself to the clinic, oh yes I did, and waited for 2 hours to get seen and fixed up.
I have 4 stitches and I am MAD, because see, Monday was my first day off on a 10 day vacation and my MOFO finger needs to be wrapped for SEVEN days before I can go get my stitches taken out.
So for 5 days I can’t get it wet, meaning, HOW WILL I WASH MY HAIR????
Then 2 days I have to freak out every time someone touches my hand because I am removing the bandage.
Then on Sunday I go to get the stitches taken out which leaves me only 3 days of fun.