dangers of a sharp knife

I cut myself surgically with an exceptionally well sharpened kitchen knife the other day. The real surgeon, later in the hospital, discovered that I had not just cut through skin as if it was butter but in fact severed a tendon. A dozen stitches and three meters of bandages later I looked worse than after any of my many mountain bike crashes. People in the tram home offered me their seats.

I'll post what exactly happened when the brace is gone. Typing with one hand is no fun.