Never get careless, even for a minute.

I've got night shift with my FIL and he's being a bit restless tonight so I decided to hone the razors I'm putting in for the give away. I had just finished honing a nice Wostenholm, sheffield, when the dog knocked my water glass off the coffee table. I had the razor in my left and the glass was on my left. Instinctively I reached over with my right to try to catch it and instead sliced the ring finger on my right hand open to the bone.

To aleviate any fears of blood born pathogens (even though I'm clean and dd free ) I've taken the wostenholm out of the line up and replaced it with one of my clauss razors, much to my dislike. I really love my clauss razors .

Now I've got a gaping 2 inch cut on the top of my finger. I held it closed until I could get my wife awake to bandage it. It's burning like sixty and she's hounding me to go into the ER but the closet one is St Elizabeths and they ALWAYS seem to take 12 hours and more for any things that's not going to get them sued for procrastinating. I'd rather eat sewage than visit St. Elizabeth's heathcare center. I've got some catgut left over from when we ran the farm I'm thinking about trying. It's bigger than the standard suture used on humans but My FIL is always calling me a dog anyways .

The moral of the story kiddies. Safety first!