Father's day gone bad... ( not for the squeamish)

I've debated posting this picture. It's yucky. But it may help explain why I've had a difficult week.
To start with, Sundays are my catch up days. I only have 2 kids instead of 3. I madly clean and shop and cook. Then when Monday rolls around I may be lucky to get any of the above things done. I try to make sure every body is reasonably clean, fed, changed, played with, and read too. It's amazingly time consuming. (I used to think taking care of my two was a challenge. No more do I believe that. I know better now. It's a breeze for me to manage just my two children.)

On Father's Day I rolled out of bed bleary-eyed to begin making a wonderful breakfast of biscuits, gravy, orange juice, and potatoes.
There on the cutting board . in my way, lay a half of a loaf of dry stale bread. Needing to cube it for later usage in vegeburger loaf with glaze I grabbed my serrated knife and bent to the task. About 2/3 of the way through, as I pulled the knife towards me, I had the sickening sensation of the knife tearing through my flesh. Dropping the knife and pinching the wound shut, I yelled for Rick to come and help me. He came. But He couldn't do anything as I lay in a cold sweat on the living room floor, retching. Ughh. Nasty.
Beings we don't have health insurance just yet, I opted to stay home from ER and patch up my thumb as best as we could. The mistake I made was not pushing the wound together before it was glued. It's healing well but with a funny shape to it.
Most of the rest of the day I lay around babying my hand. I didn't realize that when you cut the tip of a digit half way off that your digit with shake and and your hand will throb and wrist throb in protest.
Today is Sabbath. It's been almost a week and I'm finally brave enough to attempt functioning without a bandage. I grateful that it IS healing.
I guess the moral of this story is, don't use sharp Cut co serrated knives when you aren't fully awake. It will be a most painful experience and foul up your possibilities of accomplishing much else for many days afterwards.
Hopefully tomorrow morning, I can make a delicious breakfast for my husband. Happy belated Father's Day honey!