I was using Kate’s wickedly sharp knife to cut some scallions in a hurry, was remarking to myself how I didn’t feel entirely comfortable with the smaller knife, and proceeded to cut enough off my left index fingertip to leave some, complete with a bit of nail, on the cutting board. Nice clean slice, too.
I felt and feel like a dumbass for doing it. Kate and John got me bandaged up, and we made the call that there was no point to going to the ER. I’m not bleeding through. Throbbing a bit, now, 2 hours later, and it’s making it difficult to type… but I was able to go running outside immediately after we bandaged it and take some pics of a totally stunning rainbow. I’ll, uh, upload them tomorrow, maybe.