April's #StoryTellingChallenge: A Scar

I remember it was Sunday afternoon, close to 4:00pm maybe and everybody resting or having a good time, preparing mentally for what's coming the incoming week. I was a student at the University by that time, It was 2006 if I'm not wrong and was on my 6th semester, and I had a girlfriend who lived in another city, 2 hours from mine, so both traveled whenever we could to spend the weekend at the other's place.

So that weekend she was staying at mine, she was taking a shower before leaving, while I was trying to fix a connection problem with my dial-up modem, you know, the old type that would make weird noises while establishing a connection, it's not that ADSL modem wouldn't exist in Venezuela at that time, It's just that It wasn't available in my neighborhood. After checking the wires, I'm looking to one of the connectors, and as I look closer I notice that some copper wires slipped out of the connector, It was poorly finished, so I had nothing else to do but to cut the end of the cable and replace the connector. Fortunately, I had the materials, and almost all the tools available but one, but I needed to solve the problem right?

So the cable was cut, and since I had no wire stripper, I looked for the sharpest knife available, and then I put the edge of the knife over the jacket, you know the insulation of the wire, and then, instead of moving the knife away from me, in a totally dangerous action, I pull the knife, towards my left hand, applying force to strip the wire, but then the knife slipped and I sliced my ring finger, as a reaction, I quickly took the knife in the opposite direction and I can see nothing but blood running from the wound. At first I thought It wasn't that serious, because you know, the blood always impresses a lot and I tried to apply pressure and release a little to see if it would stop bleeding, and then my girlfriend stepped out of the bathroom and into the room and I applied more pressure with her towel while she was still wearing it, I quickly cleaned my finger to see if it was a deep cut, and It was! So I had to go all the way with the towel dyed red applying pressure in my finger, to emergencies at a hospital where the doctor said that wasn't too serious apparently. What a relief. 

Finally by 7:00 pm or so, I ended up that day with a girlfriend arriving at her place at 10:00 pm, a stained towel, no internet, 9 stitches on my finger and to this day, with sensitivity reduced in that area and a V-shaped scar on my finger.

Be careful with knives.