Yesterday I wanted half of a frozen pellet of stock. I tried to cut it in half with my chef's knife.
Just before it slammed into my finger I heard myself think, "Idiot! You know better than that."
Gave me quite scare. Enough blood and pain that I took a close look to see if I was going to lose the end of my left index finger. Happily, no.
It's a real nuisance trying to touch type without the use of my index finger. At least it doesn't affect number entry - I use the numeric keypad for that.
DH is off doing a little bit of shopping, including supper from a deli and finger cots (they are like tiny condoms for fingers) from the pharmacy so it will be easier to wash my hands, etc.
I feel like such a nincompoop. I do believe I have learned my lesson. Bugger really hurt when we changed the dressing.