Hmm.. when I was about 6 or 7 seven years old I nearly cut my thumb off with sissers. We were in Lappland with my family, like we are in every summer, and it was the day we were going to head back home. My sister was on the yard cutting some flowers with sissers for my mom. She left the sissers there on the lawn and went inside. Then I of course wanted to take some flowers to my mom also.. I took the sissers and cut this one flower. Too bad that my thumb was also there between the sissers.. So, there I was. Crying like mad with my thumb bearly hangig from my palm. And there was blood everywhere..
We had to drive like 300 kilometers to the nearest hospital, cause the place called Ropinsalmi, where we were, is really in the middle of nowhere.. Of course we like held my thumb in cold water and tied it up and put some ice around it before we started driving towards south.. But I remember that there was so much blood that it came through the tie.. But they sewed it back in the hospital and i've still got my both thumbs..
Still.. that was awful.
Also my dad nearly cut his thumb off with a motor saw once. That was even more awful. But we were in our summer cottage, which is not so far away from civilisation
that he got to the hospital in like fifteen minutes.. Maybe this thing runs in our family..
Though it really wasn't funny then..
[ February 02, 2002: Message edited by: Fazerina ]