I'm not sure this qualifies....
I was cutting a piece of coffee cake with a PLASTIC knife when it snapped in half and the jagged broken edge got jammed back up and into my right index finger, carving out a nice chunk!
I instantly freaked out...which probably doesn't surprise anyone....and my co-worker Chad had to come running out of his office because I screeched, and shrieked "Ah! I'm bleeding!". I saw the large chunk of flesh flapped up, got queasy, and had to look away. Chad had to look at it for me to tell me if it was bad. Then he was kind enough to get supplies from the first aid kit to clean my wound and bandage me up. All while I had a few pesky tears streaming down my face....yep...I'm almost 30 folks and I cried today at work because I cut my finger..... I would like to say that's because I only had 5 hours of sleep last night....but I probably would have cried no matter what.
Now my finger has a heartbeat.... :(
revised photo courtesy of Steelerwife
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