Hopeful for Healing
So, yesterday was a good day, except that the Hungarian Goulash Neil and I were making nearly had a piece of a Hungarian in its ingredients.
The nutshell version is that the knife slipped while I was slicing an onion and took a piece of my fingertip with it.
Once I'd pretty much stopped the bleeding and was comfortably lying down with my feet up to keep from fainting, Neil found the piece of my finger among the onions, which was quite a feat, since it was the same white color! He could only tell that it was a bit of me by its texture, which was apparently different from that of onions. I didn't actually end up in the Hungarian Goulash, but only just barely.
My greatest worry about this latest installment of my accident-prone tendencies is that the wound is on the tip of the ring finger of my left hand, which is highly inconvenient for playing cello. I really don't want to miss playing the Kenwood Symphony Orchestra concert later this month, but I don't know how long it will be before it heals enough that I can play.
I'm tempted to go into more details about the blood and bandages, but it seems like it might be inappropriate. Feel free to ask if it's the sort of thing that interests you.
Countdown of days of work left: 9 - entirely too many.
The nutshell version is that the knife slipped while I was slicing an onion and took a piece of my fingertip with it.
Once I'd pretty much stopped the bleeding and was comfortably lying down with my feet up to keep from fainting, Neil found the piece of my finger among the onions, which was quite a feat, since it was the same white color! He could only tell that it was a bit of me by its texture, which was apparently different from that of onions. I didn't actually end up in the Hungarian Goulash, but only just barely.
My greatest worry about this latest installment of my accident-prone tendencies is that the wound is on the tip of the ring finger of my left hand, which is highly inconvenient for playing cello. I really don't want to miss playing the Kenwood Symphony Orchestra concert later this month, but I don't know how long it will be before it heals enough that I can play.
I'm tempted to go into more details about the blood and bandages, but it seems like it might be inappropriate. Feel free to ask if it's the sort of thing that interests you.
Countdown of days of work left: 9 - entirely too many.