I know I've told this story before, but in June of 2002, I was working on my Cadillac with my friend. We needed a ring terminal that was just slightly larger than one we had, so he told me to hold one of the ones we had, and he'd drill out the center. Well, that was dumb, and he ended up drilling through the index finger on my right hand. We soaked it in some alcohol, and I soaked myself in some bourbon, and we stitched it back together with some fishing line.
It looked like this:
Then in 2013, the whole thing got super gross and infected with staph, and started mobilizing all of the bone fragments that were in there for 13 years beforehand. I lost my whole-ass fingernail like 3 times, and each time, these gross little bone chips would come out from underneath. During that process, the nail bed, I dunno, split or something, so I started growing two fingernails on that finger, one that was sorta normal and grew forward, and one on the side towards my middle finger, which grew a horn, basically.
Here's how it was then:
Since then, every few months, the horn re-grows, to the point where I'll catch it on my pocket or something, and rip it part way out. I usually then finish the job and grab it with some pliers and give 'er a good yank. I didn't quite get all of it a few weeks ago, and it's been icky since then, but today it feels good again.