Well *that* was weird.

[kickaha]

Leah handed me a radish in the kitchen. I took a bite, fumbled, and dropped it. Snaked my hand out for it... and impaled my hand on the end of the kitchen shears she was holding. Right between my ring and little fingers. Going directly into the palm, parallel with the fingers, directly into the webbing.

Amazingly, for being 1/4" deep or so, it did *not* bleed immediately. Oh no, I had to keep working the tissues to get it to do *that*.

Whee.

And now, due to popular demand:



Cute, ain't it?

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[gwyneira.livejournal.com]

Ooh, yowch. George dropped a shovel (the handle, fortunately) on my head yesterday, but that was just a passing pain compared with kitchen shears.

Reminds me of the time I sliced the end off my right ring finger when a glass bowl I was drying shattered in my hands. It didn't bleed in great quantities, but it sure took a long time (like, a weekend) to stop completely. The cool thing was that I could take the bandage off and squeeze my finger to send out a little jet of blood, thus entirely freaking out my susceptible cousin. :)