Prego a la Thumb

Spaghetti dinner has taken on a whole new meaning for me.

    So, my mom recently purchased a vegetable cutting device that slices food into thin circles with ease. For the first encounter with her new kitchen utensil, she cut up some zucchini for our evening meal of spaghetti and garlic bread. As she grew used to the cutting device, she felt comfortable enough to cut the vegetables without using the safety guard. With one swift glide of the blade, she sliced off the tip of her thumb into a perfectly cut circle like a raw zucchini. Attempting to appear as if she was not panicing, she calmly asked my little brother for help after realizing a band aid wasn't keeping her newly deformed thumb from bleeding. Blood was spilling all over the floors and counters next to the spaghetti dinner she had just prepared. Our kitchen looked like a scene out of The Blair Witch Project with towels soaked in blood next to bowls of spaghetti. 
    My dad then took her to the emergency room where they found out the wound was beyond needing stitches with all the skin that was lost. The doctor started to give her thumb a series of six shots before cauterizing the wound. Her thumb was still bleeding incessently and she was squeezing my dad's hand while enduring the shots. The doctor suddenly looked over and said, "Are you alright, 'dad'?". My dad's face had gone completely white and his lips colorless. He thought he was fine until he turned his head and the room started spinning. Between a lack of food and my mom's severed thumb gushing blood, my dad nearly fainted and the doctor came close to dealing with two patients in that room. Needless to say, it was an eventful night of gore and disturbingly red spaghetti, and I was excited I actually had a story to blog about.