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Everything was going fine today, I was working and I love my job, and I was cutting cakes which is my favorite thing to do.  I've always had a thing for working with desserts, I feel like it's the last part of the meal, so it's one of the more memorable things that everyone has.
Anyways, I knicked my arm with the knife, not deep enough to really draw blood, just a short, thin scratch with the color of blood.  It got my mind off track, I needed more, I needed to find someone to finish up the cakes while I went to the bathroom and bruised my ribs.  I felt my emotions draining as I kept working, and I knew I needed something, but then on my last cut I caught the base of my finger on the backend of the blade, it only cut the glove, but I was gone after that.  My hands were shaking, and I couldn't place the slices of cake on the plate easily because my mind was drifting through nothing-ness.  I didn't end up going to the bathroom or doing anything to hurt myself, but it felt almost like a mini-panic attack..