As today's recipient of a napalm-like burn due to boiling Turkish Delight, you have my sympathies. (Also, "foodmageddon" *snortle*)

That's it I am deffo getting take out for dinner.

As a consolation gift, my wife gave me, not unironically, The Latke Who Couldn't Stop Screaming by Lemony Snicket.

I am not making this up. And it is hilarious.

Anactodatally speaking, my husband has a profound love for his Chinese cleaver, and appropriately enough, took a good chunk of the end of his thumb off with it last weekend.

He basically glued it back on with triple antibiotic ointment and gauze and tape. He then left it alone for a couple of days to let it take. Then, he trimmed with nail clippers the parts that seemed to be coming off/snag-worthy. I'm told it's much better now, even though I can't stand to look at it.

Best of luck to you MCT, about your finger.

About the freezer door, I suggest super glue.

Having now not heard from middleclasstool for several hours, I'm very worried that he and the missus may have attempted something reckless... like baking cookies.

Can you really let a piece of your thumb "take"? That's such a horrifying image.

I'm giggling about the latke book. Wish I could see it.

HOLY COW TAZ YOU'RE RIGHT?????

OR maybe it's you know a time zone thing....

No, I just dragged my drunken and bloody self to bed. I boldly returned to my chopping beforehand, though, and now our goat cheese and tomato appetizer is ready for the party tonight.

Problem: finger still bleeding like a stuck pig. Wonder if the doctor can do anything -- this is not the sort of wound you can stitch.

The latke book is awesome. I liked the part where the latke couldn't stop screaming.

Better a ripped freezer door handle than index finger.

Keep those knives sharp, while cutting, focus on task at hand, clear your mind of all negative thoughts ...

There's a glue type bandaid that may help seal the tip like a weld.
or
Stevie Ray Vaughan says superglue around the outside, works for gigs.

My wife has had some intense ice cream cravings in her time, but she has never ripped the handle off the freezer door. I'm impressed.

lilywing13, I cut the fleshy tip of a finger clean off with an electric hedge clipper, and did pretty much what your husband did. Although I did pause to faint twice while cleaning it well.

It works just fine, cosmetically and for sensation. That piece gets a little bit red in extreme cold, and weirdly, at the change of seasons it sometimes sheds a little layer like a sunburn would.

I accidentally stabbed my left thumb with a steak knife when I was in high school - I was trying to saw the label off of a plastic bottle so that I could take it to driver's ed (soda was banned, but water was OK). I can still feel the scar, although it hides among my thumb wrinkles. It used to be really sensitive but that's diminished somewhat over time.

My dad has sliced his fingertip off with sewing shears, taken a gouge out of his leg with an electric hedge trimmer, and sliced open his hand with a dremel (I tell you what, those make very clean edges that are difficult to repair!). He is from the Mr. Lilywing school of first aid - clean out the wound with cold running watter (painful!), then glue or tape together until it "takes".

Well, it was still bleeding and hurting enough that I went to the doctor. Turns out it hurts so bad because I took enough meat off to expose nerve endings. So he put on a coagulant, which I would describe as "Ow goddamnit fuck," dressed it and gave me scrips for hydrocodone and an antibiotic. I felt like a big baby, but what are you going to do.

The throbbing has slowed, and now I have a conversation piece for the party tonight. Also, I bought a new TV and took the hydrocodone, which I would describe as "Woo woo yes mother."

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HAHAHAHAH Oh my.

Also, I bought a new TV and took the hydrocodone

Hahahahaha.

I'm laughing here. The mister wanted to know what I was laughing at and was amazed I thought it was funny. I guess you had to be here. Or a bunny. Or something.

must...not...giggle....

Aw poor toolsy-woolsy wiv da ouchies finger... awwww

Bastards barely touched the torte at the party. Neither its deliciousness nor my blood sacrifice was sufficient motivation for them to indulge in its awesomeness. I kept urging them to eat it "in remembrance of me," but they weren't biting. Goddamn Philistines.

However, there was a beautiful fat baby there and we fell in love with each other and played and snuggled and I want another one now. So the evening wasn't a total loss.