Never have I ever used my left hand as my predominant cutting hand, and I never will again if I can help it.
While I was still in high school, I tried to earn a Left Handed Scholarship. Random fact 4-I'm right handed. I tried writing with my left hand, dribbling a basketball, playing pool, anything I could do to seem naturally left handed. The story ends with me totally getting this scholarship. And by "getting this scholarship" I totally mean, I did not get the scholarship.
Fast Forward A Lot Of Years And A Few Nights Ago:
I was using poultry sheers with my left hand to cut some things the other night as an experiment. I started thinking, "Man, it would really suck if I slipped and cut my right hand." Then without fail, it happened. I slipped and snapped the scissors shut on my finger. Blood rushed out, and I ran the wound under cold water to clean it out. The pain was a confusing sting combined with soreness. The blood didn't seem to stop as I stood there in shock wondering if I had partially nicked my vein. Luckily I did not.
The irony of this matter is that I was using my left hand because I thought it would be a good side skill to have in case I cut my right hand. I'd still be able to work effectively. Now I have no choice. Now I have to do things with my left hand.
Eating was a surprising challenge. I felt like a 2 year old. I had to have my dinner in a bowl, and I had to use a spoon. I was holding my spoon with what I like to call an "Excalibur Grip." I was getting rice everywhere but my mouth. It was falling on my tray, on my shirt and on my lap. I had rice and pieces of food all over my face. It was pretty awesome and hilarious while I sat there in a little bit of pain.
Fuck my life.
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