And, chopping wood, impossibly fine splinters, the landlord can't seem to start a fire, needs finer and finer kindling, and so what happens?
I chop the entire heel of my palm off...a bloody mess. Quickly reposition it, tape it on, for the next few days I can't shower until it crusts and scabs, and even when I do the amputated heel wants to peel off.
After a couple of weeks it started to look better.
A few more weeks, better still, it appears as if it's reattached at the top...
And finally, now more or less completely restored. Although it feels a bit odd, crinkly, like I'm feeling it through a piece of wet cardboard. To be expected. But I didn't lose it - which I thought was certain, it grafted completely back on, which is proof you don't need stitches for trivial things. Although at the time, with all the blood and nerves laid bare it didn't look that trivial, I gotta say...