As I mention in my blog description, I am prone to unusual injuries and I plan on documenting some of them here. My latest: While doing yard work a few days ago, a very thick, rusty, dirty piece of wire poked into my hand right between my fingers. It sunk in - about 3/4 of an inch deep - straight down between my middle finger and the next biggest one. The wire was about as think as a wire clothes hanger at the dry cleaners. The first thing that popped into my head was that it had been a long time since my last tetanus shot. I had to calculate the exact years in urgent care the next day - it turns out it had been 16 years.
So 24 hours after the poke, I reluctantly drove myself to urgent care because my hand was swelling, red, obviously infected. And I needed that tetanus shot. I guess I also needed two different kinds of antibiotics and a stern lecture on the dangers of puncture wounds - especially in that region of the hand. I can think of worse spots myself, eyeball comes to mind. Doc also described my wound as a stab. Cool. I've been stabbed! Blah, blah, blah, stab wound, blah, blah... pretty much all I remember from the visit was him saying stabbed a lot. It was very distracting and a little bit funny.
Later that night, my husband informed me of his own analysis of the situation - that it wouldn't be all bad if I lost my hand and got a hook, because then the kids would really listen to me. Not even a little bit funny. This should give you some idea of the sympathy I get at home.