Battle Scars

I can't type well, so this will be quick. While opening a bottle of wine for beef bourguignon, I got a little rough with the bottle. I was using a broken corkscrew, which was a very, very bad idea. What's sort of comical is that this was my first time opening a bottle of wine, and I had no clue that it was broken. I jammed into the cork so far that the metal end of the corkscrew actually broke through the neck of the bottle. The bottle split into two large pieces, slicing deeply into my right index finger. It was bad, and I knew it needed wrapped ASAP. I trailed blood all through the kitchen and managed to grab a towel to wrap around it. I called 911 and then Matt. The paramedics bandaged it tightly enough to stop the bleeding so we could make it to the ER. It was not a fun way to spend the afternoon, but I'm thankful it isn't worse than it is. Seven stitches later, I'm home and feeling okay. I plan on steering clear of wine bottles for a long time! Not the best way to earn a battle scar! (I'll update later on the ER visit and how I'm doing.)