"Sure Angelo, I'd be happy to help you make some pasta, what do I do?"
Well Karen, it's important to pay attention. Even though you are drinking some delicious belgium beer and chatting up the room, that's no reason to lose track of the fact that you are using a giant pair of rusty scissors to cut the lasagna-shaped pieces.
Snip.
Ouch that freaking hurt. But I was embarrassed and didn't want to cause a fuss. I quietly threw away the bloody pieces of lasagna pasta, grabbed a paper towel and put pressure on it. Rinsed the wound briefly with water (without looking) and had my friend Patty put on a band-aid.
That band aid soon soaked through so I put another one around it and then another across the top.
I didn't actually look at the cut until yesterday when it started seeping (ick) onto my keyboard. I changed the band aid and poured a bunch of hydrogen peroxide on it. Then I had to sit down for awhile. Yeah, I'm not so good with my own blood.