They often say that when you wield a knife in a kitchen long enough, you’ll eventually get cut. It’s just a matter of how bad you do. Well I guess tonight was one of those nights. It even prompted my boss, Ivan, to say “welcome to the club!” It happened during work about an hour and a half from closing. I was cutting chashu and when I got down to the very last piece…the knife somehow slipped and I ended up slicing off the tip of my pinkie. I didn’t think it was that bad, but the darn thing wouldn’t stop bleeding. So that’s when Ivan found the piece of my pinky, wrapped it in saran wrap, and threw me in a cab to get it stitched up. When I got to the hospital, it was closed and dark inside but the night watchman let me in after he heard me trying to open the door. He called the doctor on duty and they agreed to let me obtain treatment. Ironically, the doctor on duty was also a hand specialist. Three Novocain shots and ten stitches later, my pinkie was whole again.
And it could have been a lot worse. Oh well, it’s all just part of the training and the price I pay for living my dream. The doctor thought I was crazy too for watching my finger while he stitched it up. It was actually quite interesting. Btw, typing without a pinky sucks! Oww…the Novacain is starting to wear off…haha.