But the really sharp knife I was using doesn’t know that.
I sliced to the bone of my left middle finger last night. I don’t know what I was thinking, holding the avocado in my hand like that. Five stitches later and I’m not able to do the dishes for a week.
The strange thing is I almost threw up over the blood this time. I’ve cut myself before and seen plenty of blood, but never felt faint or felt like throwing up like I did last night.
Thanks for the well wishes. I think you’re right that it was the feeling of hitting bone that did it. :eek: Even just thinking of the feeling/sound today is skeeving me out!
I am very sorry to hear about your accident. But my interest was piqued when I read “finger” and “avocado” together in the title, as my mind immediately flashed to an article I read long, long ago in Texas Monthly, which listed the humble avocado as the favorite fruit among Texas prison inmates for sexual gratification. Really. And I am glad there was nothing like that involved here.
The monsoon season always gets me to feeling a little frisky, I think.
Reminds me of what I did a few years ago. Sliced all the way into that fleshy area between the thumb and index finger . . . with a cat food can lid. 9 stitches and a tetanus shot. Of course the cats were just sitting there wondering why I was taking so long with their food.
Hope you have someone to wash dishes for you . . . or a supply of paper plates.
You can’t take the whole hand out of commission–so you fumble around like a dork trying to do something as simple as making a sandwich. Plus I’m a wuss when it comes to seeing my own blood.
I had a coworker that sliced(to the bone) his first, middle, and ring fingers on his left hand in the office kitchen. He rinsed the fingers and his pocket knife, slathered the wound with a coworkers lip balm(is there a worse substance to put on a wound than used lip balm?) to save a 10 min. walk to his car for a first aid kit, and then wrapped it with lots of napkins and duct tape.
They were good as new a couple months later(minus the whole having-sensation-thing).
did it happen when you were cutting the avocado or when you smacked the knifle blade right into the pit? It’s smacking into the pit that always gives me pause.