sugar on my tongue

This happened at least a year ago when I was making soup and chopping kale. I had to drive myself to the Emergency Room holding my hand above my head the whole time. But then, when I got there, I had it wrapped up too well. They made me wait many hours. The trick with the ER room is to go in bleeding all over their floor. Then, they take you in right away. Once I was all stiched up, my finger looked like Jesus' crown of thorns. Pretty perfect for a girl who went to Catholic School for 12 years. Anyway, I came home and ate some of my soup, which I had made a Salvation Army amount of. We dubbed it "finger soup."