The other day I cut the tip of my thumb off just above the nail. I was cutting up potatoes and the scanpan knife slipped. I hadn’t used it before so didn’t realize how sharp. The blood frightened the hell out of me and I ran, whimpering and bleeding, to Ming’s shed. He kindly attended to the wound with about ten bandaids but it bled for over an hour.
Two days later, when I was with Anthony at the nursing lodge, the nurse in charge was kind enough to dress my thumb properly and now the missing bit (which has never been found) has nearly grown back – amazing!
jmgoyder 