How I saved a finger

Before health issues became a problem for me, I was taking some training courses to lead all sorts of multi-day trips. Anything from backpacking, skiing, rock climbing, white water and flat water paddling, to all kinds of other neat stuff. One of the things that we had to take was a medical certification course. Oh man was that super cool! I'm so thankful I got to do those things. I still use my outdoor gear and on occasion some of the things I learned from the medical training. This is how I saved a finger:

I was renting a room in a very large house with a communal kitchen on the second floor. One of the other boarders was cutting up some vegetables with a crappy knife. The blade was too light, so it wasn't very stable and jumped around a bit. I happened to be sitting in the kitchen at the time, with a few of the other folks. As we were talking, the guy chopping veggies had cut his finger and there was blood on the counter. Since the knife blade was so light, it jumped around a bit while slicing a potato and also got Veggie Guy pretty good at the same time. There wasn't a scary amount of blood, but it was enough to freak Veggie Guy out. I jumped up out of the chair, grabbed some towels, and had him  wrap his finger up and apply pressure.

It didn't seem too bad, so I started looking for some cayenne pepper which is a very powerful styptic.
Apparently while I was looking, Veggie Guy kept putzing with his finger and so there was more blood on the counter. I went back over to show him how to put pressure on the thing. His finger flopped to the side in a very unnatural way. I let him know that everything would be fine, but he needed to hold pressure on the finger to control the bleeding, and that I would be right back.
I ran up to my room and grabbed my super glue.

When I got back to the kitchen, he was still putzing with his finger and still getting blood all over the place. So, I calmly walked him over to the sink and rinsed off what I could. I explained that I needed to glue his finger and that would help get things under control. Then we could get a better idea of how bad it was. He gave me permission to glue him back together, and I got to work. I kept explaining what I was doing and why I was doing it, which kept Veggie Guy occupied enough to not interfere with the super glue doing its thing. One of the other guys brought up a clean towel and took him to the ER.

A few hours later, he was home and came upstairs to thank me. He even asked if I could look after the finger until it healed. I didn't mind at all, and told him it wasn't a big deal at all. I did want to take a look at it, though given how deep it was. Then I remembered what that could mean, and I asked him a few questions about feeling and circulation. He smiled and said they had asked him similar questions and that the blood supply was fine--all thanks to super glue!