Kitchen equipment that is too efficient by half
A close encounter with a very sharp object. Should be okay, even you're squeamish, but am putting this entry under the cut just in case. (Finally I've worked out how to use it!)
The Microplane … It slices through everything really well - including my index finger. There was A Lot Of Blood. And it Hurt. A Lot. My finger is now slightly narrower, with a slight manicure. Bang goes my career as a hand model. ;)
Full expression of my opinion about how much it hurt was slightly inhibited by presence of small child who I didn’t want to either alarm or teach new words. All I said was “Ow”! before wrapping hand in kitchen towels. Bounty kitchen towels, “the stronger soaker-upper” also live up to their claims.
Sunday afternoon was spent at the local Minor Wounds Unit with the rest of the family. The Tubblet was very upset because her best friend, Rachel was meant to be coming round and we had to cancel. And Mr T got summoned from a visit to a member of the congregation just as the kettle had gone on and the home made cake appeared. (Vicaring - it's a hard life!) Luckily we didn't have to wait too long to be seen.
The Tubblet now reminds me not to cut myself each time I go into the kitchen. Which is kind. That's when she's not asking to see what I've done to myself.
The index finger is heavily bandaged and twice it's usual size. (Mr T says it's a shame it wasn't my ring finger, I could have had a bit of fun whilst showing people my injury). Painkillers are my new best friend.
The nurse says I have keep the bandage clean, out of water and wear it for as long as possible. It gets me out of washing up, but is making daily life quite a challenge. Typing anything takes an age. And I'd quite like a peek at the damage. And yet I don't.
I go to the doctors on Friday for them to have a look. Hopefully it will heal nicely and there won’t be any complications. And it won’t look too weird once it’s done.
Oh, and I found this userpic on LJ today… Ho, ho, ho!
The Microplane … It slices through everything really well - including my index finger. There was A Lot Of Blood. And it Hurt. A Lot. My finger is now slightly narrower, with a slight manicure. Bang goes my career as a hand model. ;)
Full expression of my opinion about how much it hurt was slightly inhibited by presence of small child who I didn’t want to either alarm or teach new words. All I said was “Ow”! before wrapping hand in kitchen towels. Bounty kitchen towels, “the stronger soaker-upper” also live up to their claims.
Sunday afternoon was spent at the local Minor Wounds Unit with the rest of the family. The Tubblet was very upset because her best friend, Rachel was meant to be coming round and we had to cancel. And Mr T got summoned from a visit to a member of the congregation just as the kettle had gone on and the home made cake appeared. (Vicaring - it's a hard life!) Luckily we didn't have to wait too long to be seen.
The Tubblet now reminds me not to cut myself each time I go into the kitchen. Which is kind. That's when she's not asking to see what I've done to myself.
The index finger is heavily bandaged and twice it's usual size. (Mr T says it's a shame it wasn't my ring finger, I could have had a bit of fun whilst showing people my injury). Painkillers are my new best friend.
The nurse says I have keep the bandage clean, out of water and wear it for as long as possible. It gets me out of washing up, but is making daily life quite a challenge. Typing anything takes an age. And I'd quite like a peek at the damage. And yet I don't.
I go to the doctors on Friday for them to have a look. Hopefully it will heal nicely and there won’t be any complications. And it won’t look too weird once it’s done.
Oh, and I found this userpic on LJ today… Ho, ho, ho!