is it the moment you cut your finger, you put it in your mouth? Thinking back on it now, (as I type in remedial hunt-and-peck fashion), the thought of it makes my stomach turn. I chose a nice sharp knife to cut a tomato for fresh sandwiches. You know, you want a SHARP knife for those maters. Great choice; it sliced the tomato like it was butter. Then I picked up the package of turkey and stuck the knife into the plastic, while enjoying a beautiful family moment, one of those where we're all smiling and chatting (and NOT paying attention to the freakishly long, and sharp, blade.... in mommy's hand).... pulled it toward me, gasped, and put my index finger in my mouth. Hubby ushered the minors out of the room and asked to inspect the injury. The world stopped. Now, I've mentioned lately that I needed something to make the world stop; this is SOOOOO not what I meant! But it did. There's a man in front of me wanting to inspect my wound, and my finger is in my mouth. My stomach turns at the thought, as I realize that I am bleeding...but my brain will not let me take it out of my mouth. Then I'll see it..... I can't see it. The site of blood isn't so bad...but the realization that the blood is mine kills me. In slow motion I look at my finger, then at the towel I've just put on the cut, which is immediately stained with blood, MY blood..... the world starts to slow, I feel the sweat on my forehead, the back of my neck, and then the chill on my face. Bad sign. I headed into the bedroom to collapse on the bed in front of the fan. It took half an hour to stop the bleeding. Sincerely, just a pinch deeper and I'd be missing the end of the damn finger. I can feel my heartbeat throbbing in the end of my finger, can feel the sweat on my brow, and I wonder if I'll pass out or vomit. WTF makes us put a cut finger into our mouth? I am a germ-a-phobe. No blood! NononononoNOOOO! Now, if I cut my elbow I don't suck on it. Cut a toe? I don't suck on it! WHY a finger? Mel..........moron of the year! Wheee!!!