Stitches, Or Duct Tape?

Last night, in addition to the delicious aromas coming out of the kitchen, there was an eruption of cussing.

Something about a knife & blood.

Yep, Keith cut his finger. He was cleaning a knife & his hand slipped, or the knife slipped, one or the other, but either way it happened he ended up with a pretty big cut on his index finger. Not to the bone, but deep enough & angled enough if it was me I would have been looking for my shoes & car keys. He started looking for band-aids & duct tape

Real men don't get stitches.

He just mashed a paper towel on the cut to stop the bleeding, then put on a couple of butterfly bandages, some gauze &  half a tongue depressor, then wrapped the whole thing up with duct tape. At first it was extra tight to make sure it didn't start bleeding, then after a while he loosened it up a little.

It seems to be working. We didn't wake up covered in blood. On the other hand, his finger is so thoroughly wrapped you can't see anything. It could be all black & green & infected. No way to tell until he pulls off the duct tape & gauze.

It's like waiting for Christmas to find out what's under the pretty wrapping, except this present is wrapped in duct tape.