We took a drive to the ocean, and went for a quick Christmas swim. There was a huge Great White. I'm alive, but only barely. We were raced to the hospital to try and reattatch my hand. There was so little hope...
I'm kidding. I live in Tennessee, and it's December. I was washing dishes, and did this:
It was exciting, nonetheless. I had four stitches and it's all white and bandanged now. Lovely.
I have a very low pain tolerance, by the way. Very low.
When I ran out of the room in reaction the the cut, the first thing L. and H. did was look in the sink. "Where's the finger?"
It only took them a few brief seconds to realize who had just gotten hurt. No big. ;)
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