"I've cut the Dickens Out of my finger!"
Thursday, October 13, 2011
I've been (attempting to) eat "clean" for about a week now. And so today decided to try the "Crock Pot Porridge" This was because it was 4:00 AM (having been up since 1:00 :( ) I decided to throw it all into the mini crock pot that I have, get in a workout after a nebulizer treatment, and that should just about leave me time to get showered and dressed before my Pastor and one other man arrive to move the last remainder of stuff in my garage from the flood evacuation, back into my basement where it belongs.
So I was preparing the porridge and was down to the last ingredient; chopped dates...I decided to use...I can'r recall the proper name for this kitchen tool...it is a semi-circle of a blade which is scary sharp and a handle at the top...for chopping. So I went to work on the small pile of Medjool dates I had to add...and :(you know what's coming don't you?)
There went my forefinger...getting in the way...and I knew from the sound and instant flood of blood that I'd done a number on myself. For those of you who know anything about my husband; you'll know that I am NOT about to wake him at 4:00 AM and tell him to take me to our hospital...45 minutes away...for stitches. Instead I grabbed a paper towel and put HARD pressure on it holding it above my head...then when I dared to only pinch it tightly with my thumb I used the other hand to open two fabric bandaids...and a few minutes later put them both TIGHTLY around my fingertip.
So here i am typing with other fingers filling in for the job of Mr Pointer ...and wondering if I dare to go ahead with my workout plans??? I do NOT want the danged thing to open up again...and am afraid that swinging my arm around and the increased circulation may well do that.
There are lots of words that come to mind right now...most of them are not "Spark Material" ...
So I'll just say :