I cut my finger on Sunday night, and, long story short, it was pretty graphic. This was the second time in five years. By that I mean 2nd time wherein a significant amount of blood was involved. The first time was an incident involving a bagel and and unwieldy serrated knife. It resulted in a cut on the side of my left pointer finger that closed almost instantly (which I attribute the serrated knife) and stayed sore for forever. I will never again forget that the side of the left pointer finger is where the milk jug balances when you pour.
This time the villain was a manically sharp number my mom got me for Christmas, and involved an onion that I had inexplicably decided to wrap my fingers around to cut. The end result is a digit that may have a significantly altered fingerprint and that I feel amazingly hobbled by this minor injury. I suppose when there's major injury, there is a change in lifestyle that comes as a matter of course. This, being so minor, requires no real change, so it's constantly apparent what you can't do. Wash your hands in the carefree manner you once did. Type 's' and the letters surrounding it without a fair amount of correction. Freely apply hair product. I'm not quite at the point where I think a charity run is necessary, rather, just a moment of appreciation for the free use and movement of all ten fingers and toes.
If you've got them.