They are not called chopping fire wood glasses. If they were maybe I'd have thought to wear them as I wielded the hand axe. Fingernails are amazing things. Hard protection for delicate, sensitive finger tips. Not hard enough to withstand a hand axe though. At least in losing one I kept almost all of my finger!
AWWCH!!! It took five minutes for the pain to arrive fully and I know the drill. Tourniquet tied tight, bathroom, copious amounts of cold clean water, then break open the wound wash and get to work. Be quick because the pain when it fully arrives might knock me out. Job done with the maximum dose of Ibuprofen inside me. Elevate the hand and wait for the throbbing to ease off. I really prefer not to take an open wound to a British hospital, and it didn't occur to me to go to a Swedish one. Since this attitude is odd in either culture, It counts as mad. No matter. I'm mad.
A person is supposed to have 8 fingers. I don't count thumbs. I have a little less than 8, but not much less. 7.99 maybe. I finally went to the Vardcentral to get my work checked over. The nurse said it was a good job. The wound looks worse than it is. If you rip a nail off the bed it isn't going to look nice. She thinks the nail will grow back given 4 months. There isn't much I can't do with one and a half hands, apart from picking my nose and that is impolite anyway.
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