So, work was ok today, I suppose. We got our asses kicked, it was so busy during dinner.

Midway through the dinner rush, at which point I had several open tables I knew would not remain open for long, I went to the bar to grab drinks. Being the klutz I am, I tripped on my co-workers foot and fell into the bar. We laughed and all was good. As I am grabbing the drinks, I notice what looks like strawberry mix on my arm. This was not strawberry mix.

No, I had managed to gouge a nice hole in my forearm and run a nice three inch long scratch below the gouge. What I thought must be sticky gross stuff from the bar on my arm turned out to be sticky gross blood and skin.

Perfect timing for me, of course. I ask the hostesses politely not to seat me for at least 5 minutes, because it was imperative that I clean up my arm. I highly doubt customers want old bloody arms to be serving them food. I run to drop off the drinks and do a few more minor things before going to clean up my arm and while I am out there, there triple seat me. I could have killed them. Here I am, running around with my bloody arm, periodically cleaning it with a beverage napkin and hoping to god that my tables don't see it. Of course, there really was no way to hide it, especially because I had to hold my arm slightly upward to keep the blood from dripping. Nice.

I finally get my horrible makeshift gauze binding on it and with the humidity and sweating, the tape lasts all of about 8 minutes before it falls off. It was long enough, though, because I really just needed to stop the active bleeding.

I get home and it's mostly ok. Stings a bit. I noticed that when I cut myself, though, the bleeding prevented me from noticeing the ENORMOUS blue bruise on the knuckle of my left index finger. That hurts like a bitch. Everytime I move my finger, it hurts like hell. I can't imagine there are worse places to bruise than right on a joint.

The strangest part about the whole event was that I never felt it. I felt myself fall into the splash guard at the bar, of course, but had I not seen the blood, I would not have known I injured myself at all. Strange how something that hurts so much later can go unnoticed when it first happens.