Warning, if you don’t like blood, stop reading now.

I took a break from studying this afternoon to get a haircut. Lame break, I know, but believe it or not, this right here is a break. So there I am, getting a haircut, chatting it up with the haircutting-person and I feel a slight knick on my left ear. She was using one of those machine clippers and I guess she goofed. It didn’t hurt and she dabbed it with some powder to “stop the bleeding,” so I figured all was ok.

Later in the day, I take of my classes and notice the earpiece is encrusted with dried blood. Hmm. I head off to the bathroom and bend my ear back and crane my head to try to get a look at my ear. HOLY CRAP SHE CUT THE SHIT OUT OF MY EAR. What, was she trying to maim me? I tipped her $3 for this!!! The entire back of my ear was all red.

Since I can’t see much of what’s behind my ear in the mirror, I do the next best thing. Take pictures of it with my digital camera, which is no easier than looking at the back of your ear in a mirror. After a few fouled attempts, I saw a cut about two inches long back there. That harmless ‘nick’ I felt was one hell of a cut. So much for that haircutting person. If I ever go back there, I’m not letting her come anywhere near with anything designed to cut hair.