Little back story before I get to the fun part.
I would rather go through Basic Training again than continue to live with my inlaws. And yes, my mother-in-law said I do not get to take a day off, because that means she gets a day off. She offerered to watch my almost three year old son and 18 month old daughter while my wife and I work. She's a bat-shit crazy mean bitter old woman who hates men, so yeah, we have our differences.
Anyways, I took last Cinco De Mayo off of work, didn't tell anyone, and went down to my shire's indoor practice site to work on my finger gauntlet project. Here I am thinking I'm going to have 8 full hours to work on these babies, which in the end turned out awesome.
So, I'm two hours in, things are going well. I had my tools and parts in a tactical style backpack with all the little pockets and clips and whatnot. So I reach in for something, and feel...something...on my right index finger.
What I was feeling was the exposed portion, over 1/4 inch, of the slim razor-sharp blade of my strap cutter slicing through my finger. from tip to first knuckle. I pulled my hand out of the bag and looked at it for a moment. It didn't bleed right away, but when it did, it was a gusher.
I found a rag in my tools, wrapped it up, then had to pick everything up and carry it out to my truck, leaking blood on my gear and clothes. Our practice area is not a very secure place, so no way was I leaving my tools or equipment down there. Basement of a factory shared with other local community groups.
And fast-track ER my ass. I sat for over 3 hours listening to some gal who was either having a panic attack or just overdosed on something.
Got my finger glued and taped shut. I hate stitches...had too many already. Have a nice long pink scar that stings when my kids squeeze my finger.
Told the wife I cut my finger while working on armor on lunch break, which I do alot anyways.