You know how your brain works in such moments? In about half a second, I had the following thoughts:
"Boy, that was stupid."
"I'll bet that's going to bleed pretty badly."
"Yeah, that's really bleeding."
Got it wrapped up tight, with gauze and surgical tape. Really tight. As in cutting off all circulation to the finger. Only way to stop the bleeding. I've had this happen before, last year, although it was with broken glass. I was pretty calm about the whole thing.
So, I drove myself to the minor emergency center, waited three hours, and got it stitched up. The doctor tried to be all clever with where he shot the lidocaine, avoiding the actual wound area, but to no avail. Something about nerve density in the hands. In the end he had to shoot it right in there, and that worked, eventually.
Now I'm kicking myself for not taking him up on the offer of pain meds.
Luckily, I'm at a point in my work where I don't have to be typing that much (although, obviously, I can type this diary, so it's not that bad). Also luckily I don't seem to have done any real damage.
I need to get a bagel slicer. I've had a couple of close calls with that bread knife before. I guess in general I should learn to be more careful with knives.
Anyway, how are you?
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