I was making this chicken enchiladas recipe that I found on pinterest via the joyful mommas kitchen here (it is great by the way! I've made it several times now.) After shredding the chicken I went to rinse off the double sided shredder/slicer and I somehow sliced the side of my pinky. I apparently wasn't paying enough attention. I looked down and saw blood and yelled to Matt and grabbed my pinky and put pressure on it (which made it hurt a lot less). I'm not really sure why but whenever I hurt myself I don't like to look at it. I think I think if I don't look at it, it makes it not as bad as I imagine :) I finally let Matt look at it and I dripped blood on the kitchen floor... lovely.
Finally I decided I didn't want stitches and bandaged it up and Matt helped me finish dinner. It hurts a bit still but I think I'm going to live :)