Last Friday, I was cutting some fabric with a rotary cutter. Little did I know that my left index finger would soon be forever changed. That’s right, I sliced right through it, removing a fair chunk. I was home alone with my 4-year-old son, so there wasn’t much I could do: I rinsed it, compressed it with a washcloth, and proceeded to cuss like a sailor. When my husband arrived home from work, he chuckled and I laughed along with him at the total lame of the situation. It would not stop bleeding if I took the compress off, so I decided to go to the urgent care. I wasn’t sure if they could actually put stitches in it, as a good swatch was missing, but I had no idea what to do with it so I figured I’d better go in and get some advice.