Oh, lovely. Right while I'm eating lunch, too!
That's about what happened when I slammed my finger in a door when I was little...'ceptin' I removed the very tip of my finger. The nail came back crooked, but I was OK otherwise. Mom took it harder than I did, though maybe I was just in shock. I can remember standing in the kitchen with my finger dripping, watching it make splotches on the light colored linoleum. Ouch.