What is it with my fingers and knives? I sliced my thumb across the blade of a sharp carving knife today as I was washing it. So much blood it looked like a murder had taken place in my kitchen sink. I don’t think of myself as a clumsy person but I seem to do this a lot: in July 2000 I (literally) sliced off the tip of my left index finger while cutting baguette for my mother’s birthday dinner. That led to a fun-filled adventure in the Wareham Hospital ER (don’t recommend it). Then when I was about 12 weeks pregnant with Grace I cut about half an inch into the webbing between my thumb and forefinger while slicing a bagel. This was when I discovered that for some people the notion of “webbing” between fingers is enough to elicit shudders, let alone discussion of severing that piece of anatomy.
And now, once again, here I go cutting into myself. I have finally staunched the bleeding, and now my biggest problem is that I am very reliant on my thumbs for texting and emailing!