I gave my husband a knife sharpener for his birthday. And now I'm typing with one hand.
Got no one to blame but myself. He's warned me thousands of times that he hates how I cut things. Really, he can't watch me. He used the sharpener on our Wustof knives yesterday - and I made salad today. Dummy.
Yep, now, I'm missing a bit 'o finger. The pad part. (CSI will always know it's me from now on...) It's slapped back in place, boo boo sprayed and bandaided up. I probably should have gone in for stitches, but if any of you have little kids, you'll know why I didn't bring mine to the ER for a few hours. As it was, they had plenty of helpful suggestions. My favorite was "tie it back on with string. " I may call the doc tomorrow.
But of course, what's my worst gripe? It's interfering with the knitting.
I'm soooo close on Anouk, and i need to be done by Sat. I can still do it, but it's sooooo s-l-o-w. And OW when I touch something with it by mistake. crap crap crap. Why couldn't I have dropped the damn knife on a toe?
Anyways, there's little Anouk, one side done, one side almost there. She's shaking her head at me... "You Idiot". I can hear it from here. Or is that Craig, from the kitchen?
Either way, they're both right ...
Edited to add:
went to the doc. No stitches, but a fun tetanus booster. Am told the chunk will eventually fall off and my finger will just be a brand new and - individual to me - shape. Lovely. Most importantly, the day in the backyard - away from sand and questionable lake water- is looking good for Anouk! Almost up to seaming.