Fingertip Avulsions (and why you should avoid them)

Well, it's been too quiet around here, so after creating a wonderful homemade steak marinade and grilling up a nice London Broil last night, then slicing it into those nice thin strips, I decided to clean up the kitchen. While washing Mom's old Chicago Cutlery butcher knife, which I had sharpened to a finely honed edge before slicing the steak, danged if I didn't notice a whole lot of blood dripping from what used to be the tip of my wedding ring finger.

I called Jane to ask what to do the staunch the flow, and got some good recommendations from her (thanks, Sis). At about the same time, Janice got home from work and walked into a mess in the kitchen.

So ... once again, off to the Emergency Room at Manchester Memorial Hospital we went.

I'm now sporting a large gauzed finger, and have a follow-up appointment with my regular doctor on Monday.

So in reflection, I realized I've been unconsciously trying to be the Seven Dwarves (some are renamed):

Since I've worked in IT the vast majority of my life, I've been "Geeky".
When I broke my ankle, I became "Gimpy".
When I couldn't drive for several weeks, I became "Grumpy".
When I started walking again, I became "Limpy".
When I cut off the tip of my ring finger washing a butcher knife, that was "Dopey".
When I saw how much was missing, I thought "Hmmm ... now, I'm 'Stumpy'."
You know ... any more trips to the emergency room, and they're going to start calling me "Doc".