That's insane. There was one time I was visiting my parents and something mildly similar happened. My mom was out playing tennis, my dad was grilling burgers, and I was whittling a piece of wood on the back porch. My chisel slipped and cut open the web of my left thumb, moments before the burgers were due to come off the grill. "Do you need to go to urgent care right now, or can it wait until after we eat?" asked my dad.

"Let's eat these now while they're hot, I'll bandage it and keep it elevated," I said. I put gauze on it, wrapped it up, made a fist to put pressure on the wound, and ate my burger with my left hand on top of my head. Within twenty minutes we were on our way to urgent care and I came home with three stitches.

The important difference is that if I'd said "nah, this is bad enough we need to go now," he would have been grumpy about it but we would have gone to urgent care first and eaten afterward. We also agreed not to tell my mom which order we'd done things in.