I may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer....

...but I know what it shouldn't be used for....cutting fingers!

I spent last night at the Urgent Care getting stitches, thanks to this sharp knife. It's actually a very good knife, but I get nervous using it. So when I was washing it yesterday afternoon, I guess I was thinking too much about how careful I should be, because the next thing I know, it was cutting into my finger. It cut where the knuckle of your first finger connects to the hand. I saw layers of skin that should never be exposed! Buddy had not gotten home yet, but I knew that a Band-Aid wasn't the solution this time.

I was about to start making Quinn's supper, but then this happened. My sweet neighbor, Cookie, came over to help me make his plate, and then helped me get him in his seat. All this time I'm still trying to get the bleeding to stop. Buddy hurried home and took me to the doctor, who confirmed that yes, it did need stitches. Luckily, I didn't sever any tendons. I will be honest with you, I screamed and cried during the part where they numbed my finger. That area is just so sensitive. And yes, I'm a wimp when it comes to needles, shots, etc. And yes, they gave me a tetanus shot too.

I am sporting 5 lovely stitches for the next 7-10 days. You will not believe how hard it is to do the simplest things when you can't use your index finger. Everyday, mindless tasks become instantly difficult. And I feel as if someone has beat my hand with a hammer several times.

I'm just glad I didn't cut my finger off! Buddy is going to take this knife and put it on the top shelf. Since I'm short, I won't be able to reach it!