I cut off the tip of my finger cooking dinner on Saturday night. I kid you not. A trip to urgent care, tetanus shot, and two near-passing out episodes happened. Wine, careless collard green chopping, and a freshly sharpened knife do not mix well.
I have the most amazing family. During this fairly traumatic experience:
- My mom coached me through the immediate post-cut procedures (apply that pressure!).
- My boyfriend drove me to urgent care and held my (other) hand through the pain of wound cleaning.
- My dad stayed on the phone with me while I changed my wound dressing to ensure I didn't pass out.
- And my brother and sister-in-law sent me this finger guard in the mail last night. Hilarious (and practical, apparently).