So, we just spent two hours in the emergency room. I was making dinner, using a mandoline, which I totally shouldn't be allowed to use--now we have medical evidence for that assessment. I have a huge bandage on my middle finger (hard to use the "i" key) and my finger may never be the same. We're throwing away the offending mandoline.
I have to tell you I reacted with calm and level-headed thinking. When the dude heard me shout, he asked "do you need to go to the emergency room?"
Dude: Where do we go?
Me: Bryn Mawr Hospital.
Dude: Do you need an ambulance?
While the dude looked up directions on the internet, I took the pan off the heat and turned off the stove.
When we got to the hospital they asked if I had been there before. I said no, but it turns out I have. I would be indebted to one of my friends if they had a memory of me going to the hospital when I was in college.
I have to say that breaking my index finger didn't slow my stitching down, we'll have to see what lopping off the top of my finger (and a little bit of fingernail) will do to my productivity.