I guess I was due for a good finger-slicing since it had been a while since I had one. This morning, Kelly asked me to hand her the bagel slicer from the cabinet. I agreed, and bragged about how I use one of these every week at work.
The next thing I know, I’m fumbling it and then blood is spouting from my thumb. I’m still not sure how it happened.
After putting a band-aid on it and finishing breakfast, I headed over to my local doc-in-a-box (a.k.a., the urgent care practice) to see if it needed stitches. Though it took some time to get seen, the helpful doctor said I was good to go. It was a big relief!
Also, I was happy to learn that the urgent care practice can take your number and call you right before its time for you to be seen. This cuts you loose from the waiting room so you can do something more productive than read outdated magazines.