You know how when you receive a new knife, everyone says, "Be careful! It's really sharp!" Well, even though I was being very careful, my new birthday presents from DT proved to be very sharp. On Saturday night, I accidentally sliced my pinky finger on my right hand to the point that I thought that I may need stitches. Ugh.
On one hand (bad pun, very bad), you are just mad at yourself. One the other, you want to get it taken care of but are not sure if you need to go to the hospital or not. Luckily, I can always call my Dad (firefighter) in these very situations. He talked me through it and asked me some questions to determine if it was hospital serious. I even took this picture to sent to him:
I am fine. No stitches, but I am sporting a giant bandage and typing is difficult. Hunt and peck, hunt and peck.
So, thanks to DT for my amazing birthday presents and thanks to my Dad for helping me through the mini-trauma, and thanks to Sal who was watching my little cousins while this entire thing happened. They were at my house and I didn't want them to get upset so I told them nothing was going on and I was just doing an "experiment." Yeah, an experiment to see if I needed to go to the hospital.