A cut above the rest

It was blessed relief to get a call from the surgeon's rooms saying that the removed mole was benign - and no more cutting would be necessary. A couple of hours later, I did the cutting myself - trying to cut a recalcitrant mangosteen which skidded off my desk and across the floor, leaving the knife with my weight on it to gouge down into my finger. Later, realising the wound was a bit nastier than my first assessment, I got Sam to drive me to the private hospital A&E where, in lieu of stitches, an overworked Irish doctor glued the injury together - and his tattooed and hearty male nurse, Rick, popped a dressing and bandage on it. Only problem is that the dressing is now glued to the wound.