So, after about a dozen years, he was on this oyster kick. Eating them like I eat Haribo. it was gross.

One morning (eew) he put one of my best knives straight through a bad oyster (grossness gets more gross) and right down to the bone in his left index finger.

Lot of blood.

I got him into the car immedaitely and took him to the hospital.

Dilaudid.

They gave him dilaudid.

I'm a big fan of the stuff, myself. In very carefully medically supervised situations.