This stuff does happen.
Probably like 15 years ago I was home alone and decided I'd have me a piece of a solid chocolate bunny that my wife had given me for Easter. So I go in the fridge and take the bunny out and, like I said, it was *solid* chocolate. So I pull the chef's knife out of the butcher block holder, take out a cutting board, and start sawing on the bunny. For reasons that are still unclear to me today, somehow, the knife slipped off the bunny and went right through the top of my left thumb -- sliced through the nail and took about a half a peanut-sized piece of it clean off. Now I'm bleeding like crazy, I mean, it is running out of my thumb in huge rivulets and there is blood everywhere -- on the kitchen counter, on the wood cabinets, on the tile floor, and the only thing I can think of doing is to write on the counter, in blood, "h-o-s-p-i-t-a-l" and drive myself to the emergency room. My wife gets home, finds what looks like a murder scene in our kitchen, and goes absolutely nuts. She eventually catches up with me at the ER and when she finds out what happened there is almost a real murder when she tries to strangle me for the Charlie Manson note back home. Amazingly, the top of the thumb eventually grew back
Lou Figueroa