...And I felt like I should share the tale. I stabbed myself. I mean "Ricky Bobby, WOO!" stabbed myself. Sunday morning I was cleaning my car. I had to remove the wheel lids to change them but they were tied with straps. So I got a knife, got on one knee and started to cut it. However I have a steeming shoulder injury and after doing a little too much struggling... *POP* goes the arm and straight to my leg. Knife in hand. Thankfully it wasn't a long knife so the puncture wasn't deep. After a minute of agony on the floor I picked myself up, relocated my shoulder and took off the knife. Funny enough the dislocated shoulder was a hell of a lot more painful than the knife. Word of advice. When you use a knife, always, and I mean ALWAYS, point it away from your body.
