The way I did in the comments of my last post. Because someone will come along and make you prove it.
Typing will recover in a day or two, once the gong wears off a little more from slamming my right forefinger solidly in the driver’s door of my car, leaving a half-inch split in the fingerpad.
Amazingly, I could still work three hours later. Always have peroxide, straight oil of arnica, flexible ice gel packs, painkilling antibiotic ointment and big adhesive bandages around the house. And nitrile gloves, if you have to wring out people’s busted butts.
A red bathroom is a good idea too. It camouflages the bloodstains you miss.
At least it happened after I finished digging the hole in Virginia chalk clay and singing Puccini. Full story after messages from our sponsor.