That’s exactly what I was saying to myself last night. I was having a good day overall, Jim had gone golfing with some friends, I had gotten some work around the house done, Jessie had spent the day with her mother so the house was quiet and I had it to myself. Then I started making dinner … Chinese chicken pot stickers and fried spicy sausage. But the sausage links were a big frozen wad and I needed to get some separated for cooking. I decided that it would be quicker to separate them myself with a knife rather than nuking them in the microwave and waiting until they came apart on their own. I should’ve paid closer attention to the knife, but I was hurrying myself and I tend to screw up more when hurried.
Anyways, I had applied a little too much pressure and the knife slipped completely through the sausages and the bag holding them and directly into my hand. Into my middle finger on my left hand, to be exact. As soon as I saw it, I thought to myself “Ok, that was incredibly stupid” … but what I actually said was “Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Ow ow ow ow ow!!”
Blood doesn’t freak me out unless it’s my own, and it’s gushing from my body. For half a second, I was afraid I had severed my finger because the wound goes literally around my finger and on the deepest part of the wound the skin is shredded — I was using a serrated knife. So my finger’s been mangled and hurts like all unHoly (insert favorite expletive).
What got me was that I had to wait until Jim got home to help me seal the wound. What’s worse is that it took over 20 minutes to get it to stop bleeding long enough to get the liquid bandage to dry/seal itself. So I’m pacing around the kitchen holding my hand in a wad of paper towels, crying and moaning. It’s still swollen today, but doesn’t hurt unless I try to bend the finger, turn an object with my hand, or actually do anything with my hand.
Both Jessie and Jim have been real troopers at helping me with whatever I need. Jessie had to help me put my hair up this morning because I can’t grasp anything yet with my left hand. Jim being the sharp witted monkey that he is, has made clutsy and knife jokes all day. It’s all good though. He even cooked the dinner I had started preparing last night.
What a dear. :)
So I’ve discovered that typing one-handed is a real BITCH! LOL Oh well, I don’t want to push it anyways … I tore open the wound this morning trying to turn a doorknob, so unless I can get it to stay closed, I’ll need to go have it stitched.
Which, looking at the cut/mangling now, might not be a bad idea … it looks like something has been chewing on my hand.
I did get a bit of good news today, my long time friend Matthew called to tell me that he and his fiancee Kelly have set a wedding date and to invite us to their wedding. YAY! :) Congrats you guys!
So, anyone do anything exciting this weekend?