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| I had to drive my self to the hospital yesterday. |
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The minute I felt my finger hit the blade, I immediately clenched my fists. I was too afraid to unclench my right hand and see what happened to my finger so I managed to get on jeans and socks with one hand and drive to the hospital. I parked the car out side the emergency room and with a towel and a box of bandages by my side (in case it wasn't bad enough to go in), I finally opened my fist to see how much damage was done. Not horrible, but definately could not be contained with a few bandages.
I think instead of small print strongly advising the use of the "finger guard," they should use graphic imagery. The two nurses who assisted me in the ER each had their own mandolin story. One nurse assured me my finger would grow back in about 6 months. Disturbing, yet reassuring. It is forcing a rather delicate flourish to all that I do with my right hand, so there's that.
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