One day I tried to open a can of beef. There was a key to open the can,I put the key through the thin strip of metal,as I was trying to roll it to the end of the container, the strip broke off. In a panic I tried to open the rest of it with my left thumb,instead of opening I cut my thumb.I am not sure what happened,it started bleeding I put a band aid it didn’t work ,it continued to bleed.
My husband was at work ,I thought if I told him.He’d be angry.I stayed quiet.It did not help,the bleeding wouldn’t stop.Not knowing what to do,I told my husband,he looked at it and said the wound is deep .I’d have to get it stitched.Because it was metal,I was required to get a tetanus shot as well. I was afraid of getting stitches,it had to be done,my husband’s colleague stitched it. He asked my husband,why he didn’t do it,actually I was too scared to get it done by my husband. I made the mistake second time , I let my husband stitch it. To this day the thumb my husband took care of left no scar,but there is a prominent scar on my left one. I should have known better,my husband was an eye surgeon, they do eye surgery,which is far more delicate than the thumb!