Gah.

Warning: the following was typed with one hand, so forgive any typos there might be. Also, it might be a little rant-y. And almost certainly melodramatic.


I've been putting off finishing my fashion design project for way too long (three guesses as to what I was doing instead), so I was rushing to finish it tonight. The zipper wouldn't lay flat, and by the seventh redo, I was rather pissed. So, as I tend to do when I get angry, I was rushing and sort of making jerky movements. When I was cutting one of the loose threads, I missed the thread and cut into my left index finger. The cut is about a 1/2 centimeter deep, but it's on an angle, so it didn't cut much deeper than skin. It bled for about half an hour.

However, I was using paper scissors because I was too lazy to look for my fabric ones. If I had been using the proper scissors, I would have cut much deeper, and probably at a straighter angle.

Anyways, my point is that I won't be able to type well enough to seriously play lusty for probably about a week. I might pop in to check the news and my messages, but no fighting or long conversations or the like.

Just thought I'd let anyone who cares know.

Did you get medical care for it? Is it fine now?

It's not major enough to go to the hospital for, and it was 10 PM here when it happened, so no clinic either. I just found some stuff to help clot the blood, splinted it to make the skin heal staight, and bandaged it up. As long as I keep it clean, I think it will be fine.

And that smiley is pretty much what my face looked like when I realised what I'd done. And then

Sounds like what happened to me in St. Martin, finger issues. A parrot magically bit my finger almost all the way off. Its beak tore a 45deg angle gash right to the bone. Blood spewed, curses flew, and due to the combination of blood loss and 100 degree heat in heavy tropical humidity, I nearly passed out. I got revenge on that feathery beast, though. Moral of the story... feeding parrots-good; feeding parrots your finger- bad.

Ouch.

Part of the reason I was so scared that I'd lose the finger is that I've already lost one. I was born with twelve, and an hour after I was born, the doctor removed one of them(the other one being too small to worry about). It seems like every pet we've ever had has bit my stub.

Ouch. I hope that heals soon.

Weird. My brother had 12 and the extra two were both removed after a couple months 'cause they kept getting caught on stuff. I thought that was standard procedure, so to speak.

I did something similar (was wrapping gifts for a customer), and would have cut near to the bone, but I've got very stubby, dwarfy, chubby fingers. I just bled for a short bit, a pool of blood in the palm of my hand. I'd empty the blood into the trash can every so often; (it went through the paper towels my work provided) =)

But your fingers are probably a lot more slender; double-ouch. Sounds odd, but I kept my hand into a fist a lot, and it seemed to feel better pretty fast.

Mm, I know how this feels. I almost cut my major finger in a bread slicer. I bleed a lot, so I couldn't slice bread for a bit :/

Ahhh! sewing is not something I'm all too gifted with, once my finger went under the sewing machine and the needle poked straight through it...

I did that back in grade school.

I was maybe 8 or so, and I went to rummage through my schoolbag, well I pushed down on the top of my Epipen(where the needle was) accidentally, which pushed the bottom (where the trigger was) and WHAM it shot clear through my right index finger.

I calmly walked down the length of the school, to the nurses office, and she wasn't there, so I wanted back to where I had been, and asked a teacher there where the nurse was, turns out she was on the -other- side of the school, which I then walked to, go her, and walked back to the nurses office with to get it pulled out. I still have a slight dimple on my fingernail where it went through, even after all these years.

Even after what I did, the thought of that makes me cringe.



A girl in my old 4-H sewing group did that once. I think that was the same year I somehow sewed my project to the tablecloth. None of us in that group were terribly graceful.

First time I met half my friends at college, I managed to put a half inch slash into my thumb. Great way to get aquainted.

I almost lost half of my right thumb when I was in 8th grade. We was cutting geodes with the teacher. I was holding the geode between my hands and the chisel my teacher was using slipped after cutting the geode and hit my thumb.

Both my old man and I have cut our left thumbs off on the tablesaw. He got his back, and I got most of mine back. $hit happens.