Going against the voices of my inner Boy Scout, I tried tightening my Emerson pivot with the spine of a Kabar Dozier. Needless to say, the Dozier decided to bite and leave a gapping gash right where my index finger meets the palm. This happened at 11pm on a Sunday, and I wasn’t about to go to the emergency room, so I cleaned it up, covered it with gauze, and ace wrapped my hand around a tennis ball so that it wouldn’t move and spread the flap open. I got in the next morning to stitch it up. I can’t remember the exact number of stitches, but there were some internal and external ones. It left me with this little reminder (along with a little numbness along my index finger). What a moron.
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