Who needs thumbs?

Really.

For some reason tonight my hands have been shaking. That should have been the first indication that it IS NOT a good idea to pick up a sharp knife and chop things. But do I ever listen to that inner voice? Noooo. So there I am, cutting chicken for some chicken salad, when I slice right into my thumb. It didn't hurt that much, but that's quite possibly because I went into shock for a minute or five. I wrapped it up, and elevated it...40 minutes later, when it wasn't bleeding so heavily, I bandaged it up and continued on with the chicken salad.

Luckily it was worth it.