Tried to Lose a Finger. FAILED.

 
Image: My thwarted attempt to remove my finger at the knuckle.

It wasn't on purpose. In fact, it was entirely stupid. Yet, for some star-crossed reason, I seemed quite determined to slice my finger off at the knuckle with a tin can.

That happened last night, as part of dinner prep, and I PROBABLY should have gone to Urgent Care immediately, but I just didn't want to. I wrapped my finger up in some clotting gauze and several band-aids and made dinner and went to writer's group and, finally, to bed. But, when I woke up this morning, it was bleeding through and Shawn convinced me to go.

I lucked out and had no wait time. The doc who saw me was the woman I used to see, years ago, as my primary care person. She was wonderful (and couldn't believe Mason was already off to college.) She took a look at my finger (once we'd wrestled my bandaging job off) and kept asking, "How long ago did you cut this?" I was like, "Around 4 pm last night." She looked again, "It's already healing over, so we can't really do stitches," plus, apparently they prefer not to suture over joints like knuckles, if possible. 

I guess I really do have Wolverine's healing factor, after all.

At any rate, I got a tetanus booster shot (it was ten years ago August, so it was time,) and am now on a five day antibiotics course, just to cover all the bases.  

So stupid.

Obviously, I can still type, but it's a bit weird.

But, hey, writer friends out there: BE CAREFUL. In my circle, I know two writers who have suffered concussions and another who has developed complications from spinal surgery.