History Repeating

On Monday night, while I was hanging around the Irish College on Monday evening, one of the inmates there, David, cut his finger quite badly. Well used to the situation I to wash the wound, elevate it and roll up some gauze in his clenched fist to stop the bleeding. The night-attendant in the Irish college insisted on holding the wound open while he doused it in sterile solution, which must have been excruciating but we were soon on our way.

Myself and one of the girls from the college, Suze, went down to the hospital with him to keep him company. It turns out he two had nicked a tendon, albeit on the ring rather than little finger, and required pretty much the exact same surgery as I needed.

I think the most important detail of the story though is that why did this grievous act of self mutilation with a brand new lethal samurai bread knife, he did it with that other great mortal enemy of man... a can of corn!