There's bloodstains on my ax and I don't know where I've been...

Damn, I almost slipped and forgot my entry this week. This is the third in a series of posts suggested by readers in the second Kapgar Lyrical Challenge. Today's title suggested by Metalmom, who, after a few weeks of stalking many of us and us not having a means by which to stalk her back, finally opened a blog of her own a few months ago. And much cross-stalking ensued. Check her out!

I have a morbid fascination with the human body and how it works. I always have. It's a wonderful machine that God created in us and I've always wanted to understand the steps undertaken to perform basic tasks like how muscles move joints. Of course, when you're young, opportunities in which to explore this fascination are few. Biology class involved dissecting worms and pigs, not human beings. I always found this to be wholly disappointing.

So when the opportunity to explore the human machine arose, I often took it, even if it meant using myself as a lab rat.

One such opportunity presented itself in my junior high shop class. For whatever reason, our shop teacher had us glue a small piece of wood to a larger piece of wood. I'm sure he had his reasons although they elude me now. When the odd glue-based aspect to the project was done, we were to separate them and use chisels to remove the remainder glue from one of the boards that we were going to continue using for the project.

I got a little bored and, I suppose you could say, a bit lazy. When combined, these typically equate to "not paying attention to the task at hand." And that's when my chisel freed itself of its monotonous scraping task and sent itself flying through the air, powered by my right arm, into the webbing connecting my left thumb to my hand.

Unlike a lot of injuries where people don't realize they've hurt themselves until they pass out from blood loss, I knew right away that I had done something bad. I looked down at the gaping cut in my hand wondering what my next step should be.

Did I tell the teacher? Nahhhh. I sat there and played with it. For several minutes. I just kept pulling it open and examining the muscles of my thumb below the skin. Then I would make movements with my thumb and watch the muscles in action. I was fascinated. It didn't seem to matter to me that I was dripping blood, I was having way too much fun with my new anatomy kit to want to stop.

Finally a friend, who saw what I was doing, forced me to go tell the shop teacher. So I walked over to the teacher and said, rather off-handed, something along the lines of, "I'm not sure if this means I should see the nurse or not." Then I raised my hand and, with my other hand, made my wound talk to my teacher. I don't think he appreciated my attempt at humor and he practically yelled at me to go to the nurse.

I don't remember much after that. I don't remember being in the nurse's office. I'm not sure if I went to the hospital although I'm certain I must have gone. I don't even recall if I had stitches in my hand. Everything after that is a bit of a blur.

But I would like to know who got stuck mopping up my blood spill and cleaning the instrument of my fleshly destruction.

Ah well.

Hey, got a meme for you in the extended post.

This came from Diane. Simply bold the things you have done and give us a total count at the end...

  • Bought everyone in the pub/bar a drink - I'm too cheap
  • Climbed a mountain - you mean like using rope and carabiners or does hiking a mountain count?
  • Held a tarantula
  • Taken a candlelit bath with someone
  • Been in love
  • Broken someone’s heart
  • Had my heart broken
  • Done a striptease
  • Bungee jumped
  • Watched a lightning storm at sea
  • Stayed up all night long, and watched the sun rise
  • Seen the Northern Lights
  • Gone to a huge sports game
  • Grown and eaten my own vegetables
  • Slept under the stars
  • Changed a baby’s diaper
  • Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
  • Watched a meteor shower
  • Gotten drunk on champagne
  • Given money to charity
  • Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
  • Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
  • Had a food fight
  • Bet on a winning horse - third place still counts as "winner" right? I won money
  • Taken a sick day when I wasn’t ill
  • Had a snowball fight
  • Photocopied my butt or any other intimate body part
  • Held a lamb
  • Gone skinny dipping
  • Taken an ice cold shower
  • Seen a total eclipse
  • Ridden a roller coaster
  • Hit a home run - not when it mattered, though
  • Been arrested
  • Visited all 50 states - I think I'm somewhere in the high-30s, low-40s
  • Taken care of someone who was shit faced
  • Stolen a street/highway sign
  • Backpacked in Europe - this is one of my dreams, though
  • Taken a road-trip
  • Taken a midnight walk on the beach
  • Gone sky diving - soon
  • Milked a cow
  • Alphabetized my records/CDs - compulsively
  • Sung karaoke - unfortunately
  • Lounged around in bed all day
  • Gone scuba diving
  • Danced in the rain
  • Gone to a drive-in theater
  • Started a business
  • Gotten married
  • Been in a movie
  • Crashed a party
  • Gotten divorced
  • Had sex at the office
  • Made cookies from scratch
  • Gotten a tattoo
  • Been on television
  • Had sex in a public place
  • Got so drunk I don’t remember anything
  • Recorded music - this would depend on your definition of "music;" I pray the tapes no longer exist
  • Had a one-night stand
  • Bought a house
  • Shaved or waxed off my pubic hair
  • Been on a cruise ship
  • Spoken more than one language fluently
  • Bounced a check
  • Called or written my Congressperson
  • Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
  • Sung loudly by myself in the car
  • Written articles for a large publication
  • Piloted an airplane
  • Helped an animal give birth
  • Been fired or laid off from a job
  • Won money on a TV game show - tried out for Who Wants to be a Millionaire but didn't get the call
  • Broken a bone
  • Ridden a motorcycle
  • Had a body part below the neck pierced - not willingly
  • Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol - all of the above
  • Ridden a horse
  • Had major surgery
  • Had sex on a moving train
  • Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing
  • Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
  • Visited all seven continents
  • Eaten sushi
  • Had my picture in the newspaper
  • Parasailed
  • Changed my name
  • Dyed my hair - when I had some
  • Been a DJ

67 of 90 isn't so bad, right?

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Dagny

What? You've never broken a bone? Given the story above, I would have assumed that that had happened at some point in your life.

Beth

Have you ever been to the Bodies exhibit? Dude.

metalmom

I really liked what you did with the lyric!When Son2 gets home, He will have to read it too. You see, in senior year he did almost the same thing making a table for me for my birthday! Blood, sweat, and tears went into that one!!

You've never had sex at work?

sue

Cool!

Bre

You've never lived until you're tortured by a bikini wax!

Dariush

I got to "Done a striptease" and suddenly didn't want to know any more. Thanks for that mental image. I have to go find some steel wool and bleach for my brain.

diane

Kevin! You've gots a lot of 'splainin to do!

kapgar

Dagny, oh thanks! Now you've jinxed me!

Beth, yeah, didn't really care for it oddly enough.

metalmom, can't say I have. Sorry.

Sue, thanks!

Bre, then I shall never really live. ;-)

Dariush, let me know how the mental blanching goes.

diane, I know I do. Where should I start?

B-

I like cartalage. It looks like Tupperware! Did you get to see my metacarpals sophmore year? I tapped the end of the bone and felt it all the way to my elbow. It's also weird to flex your calf muscle, and your foot doesn't move. Rehab for an achillies is not fun though.

kapgar

I can't imagine it would be fun. And, no, I didn't get to see your metacarpels. You selfish bastard!

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