It happened... I hit a moment of extreme desperation.
I had spent the entire holiday weekend away from home and swung by my apartment this morning with the intention of picking up a few things and throwing together a lunch. Again, I found myself panicking about not having anything prepared. However, this time I couldn't even complain about eating peanut butter, because I didn't have any bread. Things were starting to look desperate and the clock was ticking. I had two immediate options. Instant oatmeal or canned soup.
If you remember from my last lunch dilemma it would be a cooooooold day in hades before I went for the soup. Well... Things were looking pretty frigid today. After re-examining my pantry I decided that this was about as close to the End Times as I was going to get and thought soup would be a quick and conveniant lunch. That is until I was bleeding profusely from my poor defenseless little pinky finger. Fast forward through several minutes of compression, horror, stuffing my bandaged hand into a mitten, and driving to the clinic. I sat in the parking lot for a good 20 minutes wondering if this was really emergency worthy. Having insurance is still a relatively new thing for me, so I kept weighing the cost vs. the damage. The cut was deep, but relatively small. After much hemming and hawing I decided to go in and just get an opinion. I was a candidate for 2-3 stitches, but opted for the home superglue bangup job.
Never again Mr. Soup. Never again.