Annual finger slicing

Warning: this post not for the faint of heart.

Well friends, gather 'round it's time for the tale of Elaine's summertime digit-mutilating story! The history of this tradition is quite rich. It started last summer as I nearly escaped the wrath of a deli meat slicer. As I was cleaning this fine piece of culinary machinery my rag slipped, exposing my right index finger to the razor sharp blade and left me with a severe cut on said finger...there was much bleeding and a small scar to follow. Fabulous story if you'd like the whole thing sometime.
Yesterday the occurrence became, unexpectedly, an annual tradition. I was in the kitchen at the Cafe for Friday night dinner and whatnot, cutting up fruit for our fruit kababs. As is typical with semi-public use kitchens, the knife selection isn't perfect so I was left to slice cantaloupe with something resembling a steak knife. We were almost done, and I saw it coming...the rind was tough and I turned it sideways ans started to saw, well the fruit proved to be no problem and I stopped just short of the bone in my left ring finger. OUCH! that hurt. So from instinct or experience, I don't know which, I grabbed the bleeding appendage and dashed to the sink, once again snapping at an oblivious friend to get out of the way (no profanities though!) It bled quite a bit and looked pretty deep. The cold water washed away the blood, but it was being quickly replaced on the surface of my finger. Concerned friends started saying things like "ER" and I then heard Wes in the background explaining to a nurse on the phone that I am a reservist ID card holder, I do have health insurance, can I some to the hospital on base? After fruitless searches for a first aid kit, none was found. Meanwhile Cody who has some field medical training says, "superglue". I'm thinking, "what?" but strangely I figured hey that might work!
Wes was not giving up on the ER, it looked like it was still bleeding. So off we go. But Cody met us in the parking lot w/ three tubes of glue. We all went to the ER (good adventure for a friday evening). After a while, in the ER, some painful scrubbing, a tetanus shot, and some sweet talking/ negotiating with the Doc I escaped stiches, and he used...super glue.
Point of this story... don't cut yourself, but if you do, let the crazy guy with superglue have a crack at it.