My feet survived the night but my finger didn’t make it.

Posted on May 17, 2007
Filed Under Australia - The land down under, Irony Anyone?, Stupidity and randomness |

Whew! I was so worried I would wake up this morning to find that they had gone a-wandering while I was sleeping.
“Stuff this crap! We’re walking.”

“Yea, you see how she abuses us? We don’t have to stand for this! Let’s go!”

Maybe I’m delirious from the pain. Delayed reaction.

In any case, I have today off so no panicked wardrobe-tossing looking for a pair of shoes that might keep me comfortable and looking smart. In fact, I think I won’t be working again until next week, which is OK because I really should get some housework done. This, however might prove to be a bit of a problem. I can vacuum and mop (I love my floors clean and I’m a bit OCD about it) but anything that gets my hands wet won’t do.

You see, in my foot-pain induced haze last night, I tried to dry my brand new self sharpening kitchen knife (Mother’s Day present from the kiddos) with my left hand. I am not ambidextrous. The knife sliced through the tea towel and right into my unsuspecting index finger.

It hurt.

Chelsea, who was standing right there when it happened had this look of sheer panic on her face and all the colour dropped to her feet. So I, being a caring mother and not wanting to upset my child, laughed it off as I immediately applied pressure and ran cold water over it suppressing the urge to cry. Connor, my dear, loving little boy was more interested if there is blood on the knife. Boys!

After a few minutes, I’ve realized that it’s still really bleeding every time I remove pressure so I get a paper towel and wrap it tightly and go to find Brian, who is outside with his brother Colin. I’ve collected myself by this time and casually mention that I’ve practically severed a digit and would you mind, Darling, chopping the onion so I can get dinner on?

Brian takes a look at the damage and clucks his tongue at me like a grandma “What did you do that for?”

Like I planned it.

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