A food slicer (or mandolin or v-slicer). Like this:
And then, in my zeal to make my very own healthy sweet potato chips, I cut part of my ring finger off.
I didn’t use the guard.
And then, I looked away while cutting.
El stupido, eh?
I just thought I had cut it a bit and ran it under water. Jared informed me in his stern Dad voice that I was going about it in the wrong way. He made a toilet paper tourniquet (my life wasn’t in danger, I’m just dramatic) and wrapped me all up. I held my hand above my heart and then we waited for a ridiculously long time. The bleeding never stopped, so I declared the cut the winner and we traipsed off to the hospital.
THEN we learned that I had cut off a 1/4 from the top of my finger. There was nothing to attach so they numbed me up and cauterised the cut. I have to wear a big ole bandage on my finger for 6-8 weeks. Awesome.
P.S. They gave me no pain reliever because I’m pregnant. Clearly, hospitals are operating under an opressive regime.
Even with all the excitement, I still banged out a scarfy scarf for JB.
(My second, if you are counting.)
My favorite photo from this holiday season! We rock Christmas.