I shut the end of my finger in the car door this evening. I have a pretty high tolerance for pain. And I'm almost immune to the sight of blood. But when it is my blood combined with my pain, I am pretty much a weenie.
I did manage to open the door and extract my finger. And apply my own band-aid and some ice.
Still and all, I don't think I considered it a great joy. Yeah. Not even once.
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