The worst part of experiences like this is wishing you had a time machine that could take you back three seconds or so before the dumb thing that you did to cause them and de-dumb yourself. The times I've been injured like that I"ve just gone over and over and over the thing in my mind, seeing exactly where I went wrong.

I guess that's sort of the definition of regret, isn't it?

If it's any consolation, my son just sliced his finger off to the first knuckle about three months ago. They reattached it and he's actually back at work, although he has lost some feeling and it does get cold more often. But at least he can keep his job (where, no doubt, he'll be exposed to even more injuries. A mixed blessing...)

Hope you're healed up soon.

Best, WyoWoman