I was cutting a rutabaga for a special dinner for my boyfriend. We’d started dating fairly recently so making him dinner was a pretty big thing. I still don’t know exactly what happened, but the knife sliced up and sliced my finger open at the base, where it connects to the hand. (I don’t know because that hand was firmly across the back of the blade, nowhere near the tip which is what actually cut me or the sharp end.) Anyway, it sliced deep enough that I almost passed out, said new boyfriend got to walk me to the store and help bandage the wound I couldn’t look at without getting dizzy. I should have gotten stitches in it, but did not because I didn’t realize it was that bad.
The next day when it was still bleeding, I did go to a clinic to get stitches and the woman told me it was fine and I didn’t need them. This was a blatant lie and I now lack some movement in that finger. Not much, but I can’t, for instance, link all my fingers together and stretch because it pulls at the scar. Anyway, it’s still getting better all the time and I’m young. And lucky that it is the worst I’ve ever damaged myself.