I hurt my finger.

Mom and readers of my Facebook page already know this, but for the rest of you it's news. I hurt my finger today. With the Santoku knife. The sharp one. After consulting with two retired nurses (Mom and Steve's mom), I decided not to go the ER for stitches even though I probably could have used two. The bleeding stopped and the wound is not one that is open since I more of less sliced right under the skin rather than chopping into my finger. Anyone cringing yet? :)

I was washing the knife - holding with my left, washing with the right - when it slipped and knocked hard into my right pointer finger right between the two knuckles. Ouch. Lots of blood that took a long time to clot. I took pictures of the carnage but won't post them here lest I gross anyone out.

Typing is okay on the home row and rows above, but typing on the last row of letters hurts so I have to move my whole hand down rather than curve my finger down. Haven't tried to write yet.

Now I just have to let it heal, which is certainly going to take a while. Have I mentioned that it really hurts? Fun, fun. More jellybeans will make it feel better.