Mystery Chunk

*Warning - Not for the easily nauseated*

As I was putting curlers in my hair on Sunday to get ready for church, I noticed something strange upon my finger.  I examined.  Blood.  Dripping off my finger.  What?  There was this deep chunk of skin just hanging and the blood wouldn't stop.  The first photo is about ten minutes after I had been nursing it and the second was a couple of hours later.

I literally have no idea what happened.  It didn't even hurt.  Weird, right?  I know it isn't large, but it was deep.

Thanks to Neosporin, the wound is healing over nicely and non-infected, but it is the strangest thing to see a rice-grain sized chunk out of my finger.

Bite Your Tongue

Last night, I chomped away merrily on my pre-bedtime snack of a bowl of Special K fruit something or other.

Then it happened.

I chomped down incredibly, not-so-merrily, hard upon my tongue.  You know how you usually take a few seconds to recover and then the pain subsides as blood fills your mouth?  Thirty seconds later, I still could not concentrate on anything except the pain.  Agony.  I couldn't swallow, didn't want to swallow for fear of what might be there.  I cannot recall ever biting my tongue with such vigor or hearing that particular crunch noise. As soon as I could breathe again, I gingerly opened my mouth to look in the bathroom mirror.

No blood.  But a ginormous blood blister reared its ugly globuleness at me.

This morning I can hardly chew.  I think I would rather have the little nip/cut bite than this bruisey, blistery throbby business.  And seriously, your tongue is in your mouth all the time.  How do we magically just chomp on it sometimes?  Are we that clutzy?

Any of you have awesome "bite your tongue" stories?