My first disaster of the year

I finally get my lazy fingers to type out a post. :D Ironically, this post will be about my fingers finger.

Disclaimer: not for those who are faint at heart. 

The disaster happened on the fourth day in the second week of this year. It was still the wee hours of the morning. I was attending a week-long training in Island Plaza, very near to home. Being very enthusiastic in starting on my new project (a handbag for mummy)...aaand trying out her new rotary cutter (almost similar to a pizza cutter except that it is made specially for cutting cloth) which she had just bought the evening before, i had woken up early and gotten ready quickly so that i would have ample time to cut out at least enough pieces of cloth to complete the front side of mummy's bag.

I got everything arranged in front of me and cut my first few strips with much ease. With a ruler (also a brand new one) on top of my cloth and the cutting mat below it, I rolled the cutter over once, just once...and a perfect strip of cloth was cut...with so much precision even my "perfectionist eyes" were satisfied. :D

Holding up my strips of cloth at arm's length, I admired them and planned on cutting out triangles next. I laid the strips on the mat once again, one on top of another, about three layers, making sure to line them accurately. In my mind, I kept telling myself, "3 layers...if I roll faster, it cuts better...just like when i bow faster on my violin, the notes come out louder". And so, I rolled fast to cut my first set of triangles. It happened so quickly. My cutter rolled on top of the ruler, instead of following it's edges and i felt a sharp pain on my finger. Gingerly, i brought my finger up closer so that I could see more clearly. And the sight which met my eyes...you wouldn't want to know the details. I was in shock for like 30 seconds. Looking down at the ruler, I found a small piece of my finger!!!

By this time, the blood had started oozing out and I held it tightly so that the bleeding would stop. Mummy was changing in her room and Daddy was in the washroom. I got up and paced up and down in front of Mummy's room, contemplating in my head as to how I would break the news so that she would not freak out. My mind was in a chaos! One hand was trying to stop the blood while dabbing it with a clean tissue and the other hand held the small piece cut from my finger with its remaining good fingers. 

When I finally heard the room door click (it felt like hours to me) I hurried to mummy. All plans of breaking the news gently disappeared and i blurted out, "Mummy, I cut my finger". Her face went green. "How bad?" "A piece came out." "Let me see...oh not so very very bad la..." "it won't stop bleeding." *grabs another piece of tissue* "I'll bring you to the clinic". To make things worse, I dropped my small piece of my finger and couldn't find it! I panicked...all the while I was hoping the doctor would stitch it back for me... 

At the clinic, I had to soak my finger in ice cold water. It was so painful I winced so many times. I was too scared and shocked to even cry. And after 30 minutes, the bleeding finally stopped and I walked into the car with one super big bandage on my finger. I walked into my class, feeling like a silly little goose, trying to hide the bandage but failing so very miserably. And the trainer had to ask the question, right in front of the whole class too, "Diane, what happened to your finger?" Ohmygoshsoembarassing!!! After that, let's just say I was the center of attraction for the rest of the week...and...the week after... =.="

A picture of my poor finger:

It's still not the right shape now...but am hoping it'll get rounder. :) Mummy says, "eat more then it'll get rounder lah" But my food goes to my stomach and not my finger leh!!!