Haha! True! Last summer at work, I had a customer show up with a wrecked POS motorcycle stuff into a junk enclosed trailer. Damn trailer had a roll-up door rigged on it (and I do mean that - it wasn't original that way). I'm trying to tug this bruised up bike out, with two other guys pushing in the front of it, and I SLAMMED my mellon into the sharp edge of a piece of angle iron - that shouldn't have been there...
Heads bleed, so there was blood everywhere. All I could muster was "FUK@!@@!!!" and walked out of the trailer. I'm walking through the shop, pushing on that cut as hard as I can, blood all over the place - and the rest of the guys were freaking out. They wanted to take me to the hospital, lay me down on the floor, whatever. Guess they never saw that much blood so quickly before... <lmao> I just told them to get the fuk away from me, and I'd be alright. Washed it out, dumped some kinf of anti-bactierial goop in it, and held direct pressure on it with a clean rag. It eventually stopped.
No gunshot wounds, no arterial bleeding, clear airway, all my bones still pointing in the right directions - what's the reason to go to the hospital?... <lmao>