I sliced my damned finger open last night like an idiot. I had gotten some really delicious bread from Michelle this past weekend. (She works at a bakery and hooked up her houseguests with some really tasty leftovers)

Anyhow, last night I had a craving for a few slices and some olive oil, so I got my plate ready with freshly cracked ground pepper and Olive Oil, then took the bread out of the freezer, got my biggest knife (the Cutco bread slicer), and proceeded to be an idiot.

Cutting into Frozen bread is like cutting into anything frozen- it's stupid, pointless, and won't get you very far. Scientifically, the crystals are so solid with frozen moisture that they begin to adhere to the knife too, and that makes for really difficult action- even with serrated edges.

Knowing all of this, I was still carving into the loaf. I thought "Man this is stup..." right as the knife slipped under all my force and the blade went right into my left hand's pointer finger, just above the knuckle. I didn't even have time to finish warning myself of impending trouble before I was bleeding all over the countertop. I quickly grabbed a napkin and started absorbing as much as I could.

Holding the finger over my head, I peeled back the napkin to see what kind of damage I was looking at. This was bad. The cut went about an inch from top to bottom, diagonally across one of those natural seams that form near the knuckle. There would be no bending of this finger for a LONG time, since even thinking about doing so was causing blood to pour out.

I grabbed another napkin when the first one was soaked and bright red. It's been a long time since I've been seriously cut, so I think a wave of curiousity came over me. I marveled at how fascinating it was to have blood dribbling down my hand over my sink. The stickyness of the blood was a good thing- it's natures way of coagulating to seal wounds and form scabs. Just amazing though how the body self-heals. Too bad I had to screw it all up.

Still, I couldn't sit around and bleed all night. I took a shot of the knife and my finger in action for the blog, and was so pissed at myself for being stupid that I decided to add stubbornness to the mix too. I was determined to eat that bread and enjoy it.

So with my bloody left hand, I laid a towel over the bread (now thawed from the microwave) and carved out the chunk I had originally wanted. I dipped the slice into the olive oil with my right hand, and enjoyed every morsel of it.

Now, with Olive oil dripping on one hand, and blood still slowly trickling in the other hand, I had to decide what to do. If the bleeding wouldn't stop on its own, there was a larger problem, and stitches would probably be needed. I re-wrapped the wound and cleaned the bandage with Neosporin. That seemed to do it. Very little trickled out after that point.

It made for some interesting typing on my computer when I logged into class last night. It kind of hurts today, so I just need to make sure everything is clean and free of infection. What a pain in the butt. All for not waiting for a loaf of bread to thaw.