My best "TF chronicle" is still this - sorry for there's something quietly gruesome about it:
I remember... being shocked and frozen to the spot, wowzing onto that piece sticking to the blade, barely registering what I felt was just another nick fairly common while I was trying all sorts of different blades and getting some inkling of what sharp might actually mean after I worked on them... Seeing the all white with red dots area on my left middle finger and realizing... turning back a couple of steps towards the kitchen sink in a daze... turning back again, suddenly grounded into the infatuation that I somehow should take a picture first (yeah, of all important things to do in such situations, comes a point where you think "will be interesting to post on KKF, that..." like second place but with placatory urgency)... and getting back to the blade to take that picture was when the blood finally started pooling, as if cautionary to the stupidity of going back for a shot that, in all causes and abouts of a normal human being should be the very last thing holding one's interest... more probably rushed by me moving a few paces back and fro.
I think the insiduously gruesomeness of it stands of two things:
-Surrealistic juxtaposition to a merely couple onions bits still sticking there, zeroing in onto the intruder that, without the blurry bloody finger above would probably, and still with it quite possibly does elicit a perplex frown trying to identify it's otherwise marginality;
-My eczema conditionned hands that are all redish-pinkish and rubbery-ribbed, yet with that disgusting whitening outline characteristic of drained flesh, looking strangely both alive and dead, and fake altogether, making one almost wonder "was he cutting overfrozen fish and onions at once with a not so sharp knife?", yet this was taken probably 15-20 seconds after the fact, and still looking quite like it would was it still back on my flexed knuckle at the very point and time of severance - so that somehow through the frown you'd instinctively know what it is, bloody blurry finger there betraying the casualty or not, it's appearent fakeness suddenly, realistically offthrowing,