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The coincidence of such an event is uncanny. I can see why you're all so afraid to go to the Hospital, for I, myself, have just been there.
I was mowing the lawn this afternoon, and I was nearly finished when some stupid friggin' grass clogged the blade. I went underneath to unclog it, when the blade span up again and sliced off my hand. Clean.
Why the hell didn't I turn off the Lawnmower first? The pain in my arm is so bad. It's also covered in Iodine. And it hurts.
And the worst part? They couldn't reattach it. I now have to go through life with only 4 fingers. And I have already found problems.
It had to be my writing hand, didn't it? If it was going to be either of my hands, it would be the one that I write with. I also do most things with my right hand, including, well, y'know.
And the thing is, I still feel like I still have my hand there. I want to go feel it but I can't. It's so frustrating.
I look at the stump, all rapped in bandages. How could I have been so stupid? No one leaves the lawnmower running to go and stick their hand under and unclog it. What a fool I am.
I can see this seriously affecting my outlook on life. I had seriously low self-esteem beforehand (Pun not intended), and now I have to face life's challenges with only one hand. I don't want to cry, I really don't, but the only way I could vent my anger was by telling you guys.
"Go do the lawn Howard. I've been calling you for 10 minutes!"
I slowly rub my eyes. With both hands.
How could a be so stupid? What a fool I am. I was just dreaming.
Mowing the lawn has never been so rewarding until now. I look at my hand and wonder what life would be without it, and I feel I have already been able to gaze through the window and see.
And before I can think, the blade clogs. I slowly reach under to unclog it, unconscious of the fact that the motor is still chugging…
> Yes. I had a friend lose a hand somehow due to a forklift truck.
Well, sorry. But I couldn't have known that.
> And the thing is- reading it myself I thought peopel would realise
> after the first few lines.
>
> How odd. Ah well.
>
> Thanks then, I think. :D
I have to admit up until i read the 4 fingers bit i thought it was true, then i imagined you trying to type this post.
> Notorious Biggles wrote:
> You twisted sick idiot. I was feeling sorry for you there!
>
>
> What the hell? Do you actually mean you didn't realise this was a
> story?
Yes. I had a friend lose a hand somehow due to a forklift truck.
> but chipseh you tell it so well.
>
> Even though I've never met you I can still picture you with this
> 'what's going on here' look on your face while reaching into your
> qualcast. :D
Dont be silly.
Qualcast make crap mowers.
How odd. Ah well.
Thanks then, I think. :D
I had it, but it couldn't do anything, i remember something about getting the useless limb replaced with a claw, then i heard the post hitting the floor and i woke up.
Even though I've never met you I can still picture you with this 'what's going on here' look on your face while reaching into your qualcast. :D
But you do survive after losing a hand.
It seriously read like an 'open diary' entry.
You scare me.
;)
Ah well. It's just funny that a few motnhs ago I wrote a story about suicide and everyone said it was good, then I write a stroy about losing a hand and I got called a twisted sick idiot. If you look at it that way it's weird, huh?
I didn't read it as a story (:-P), mainly because of the Topic title and that smilie.
:-D