The Wages of, oh, Dog Food, I guess...

Yesterday evening the boys didn't get their meds, because I couldn't stand the thought of using a can opener with my raw-meat hands. So I went to make amends this morning.

I expected it to hurt. I'm an amputee; I can deal with hurt in a good cause, and the boys unanimously agreed that this was the best of all possible causes. But about halfway around the can I'm wondering why this is getting really hard to do; my thumb and forefinger keep sliding off the crank surfaces. So I look down to see what's going wrong...

Yeah, they would be kinda slick, I guess. Dripping blood will have that effect on a metal utensil. Sheesh.