Ever have that moment, while doing something a little tick goes off an says, "Hey dummy, better stop now, the outcome ain't gonna be good." Well that happened Sunday morning. Trying to hang a piece on the garage for the wife. Already had the hole drilled in the brick joint. Had to enlarge the hole in the piece so the bolt would go thru. Started drilling. That's when the tick went off, BUT I didn't listen. Kept right on drilling. Doesn't take a 5/16 bit long to drill a thumb. Left thumb, right below the knuckle. Soon as it hit, jerked and said my common words(insert here), and headed to the kitchen sink. Wife couldn't look. While running cold water over it she got me peroxide. She said you're going to hospital for stitches. We argued back an forth for a few and I realized it was a losing battle so we went. 3hrs later, an x-ray(to see if there was any metal in the wound) a Tetanus shot and 6 stitches later we came home. Course all I've heard since was "See I knew they'd stitch you up" Had she not been here, cold water, peroxide, alcohol and bandaged up and back to work. So this ain't gonna be good, wasn't!