Department of Bizarre Incidents, file #6458
I was putting a large knife away tonight and almost ended up dead. Since 'almost' only counts in hand grenades and horseshoes, you can decide for yourselves the extent to which I'm being over dramatic.
The knife is the biggest one in the set that we got for our wedding, and the wooden block it belongs to was sort of wedged under the cabinet behind the base of a tiny kitchen aid mixer. My attention to the task of sliding it into the slot was less than complete and it caught somehow (either on the cabinet or on the block itself) and flipped, landing point first just under my rib cage.
Not IN it, of course. It didn't rip my shirt but it did leave a tiny red mark that serves as proof of my icy cold encounter with mortality.
I started giggling uncontrollably, which devolved into a minor hysteria that involved my saying, "oh my god I just almost died." Christophe is convinced that if I had gotten stabbed he would have been convicted in the case, as "no one but you could have such an accident."
He may be right.
The feeling of almost committing accidental sepoku was a strange sensation to say the least. Not one I wish to experience again.
Then, just to add insult to non-injury, I cracked my head on the corner of an open cabinet while putting away a pot. Since that's kind of a standard event it doesn't get a file # of it's own. It HURT though. The dishes are a dangerous place that no one should have to go into alone or (evidently) distracted.
The knife is the biggest one in the set that we got for our wedding, and the wooden block it belongs to was sort of wedged under the cabinet behind the base of a tiny kitchen aid mixer. My attention to the task of sliding it into the slot was less than complete and it caught somehow (either on the cabinet or on the block itself) and flipped, landing point first just under my rib cage.
Not IN it, of course. It didn't rip my shirt but it did leave a tiny red mark that serves as proof of my icy cold encounter with mortality.
I started giggling uncontrollably, which devolved into a minor hysteria that involved my saying, "oh my god I just almost died." Christophe is convinced that if I had gotten stabbed he would have been convicted in the case, as "no one but you could have such an accident."
He may be right.
The feeling of almost committing accidental sepoku was a strange sensation to say the least. Not one I wish to experience again.
Then, just to add insult to non-injury, I cracked my head on the corner of an open cabinet while putting away a pot. Since that's kind of a standard event it doesn't get a file # of it's own. It HURT though. The dishes are a dangerous place that no one should have to go into alone or (evidently) distracted.