"Type A Positive", for the record...
around eight I was slicing lemons for garnishing the salad. I had just sharpened the butcher's knife, a comfortingly heavy instrument of kitchenware. Taking it to one of the lemons (waxed), the knife failed to gain purchase and instead slid off onto my left index finger. It felt no different from getting one's finger caught in a closing drawer, a solid thump, except for the blood that ran off my finger into my palm.
The cut ran an inch or less from the pad of the first digit and ending at the cuticle of the nail. I said (no fooling) "Golly gee!" and went to show Karen. Like a seasoned mother she told me to go back and hold it over the sink. Dad came in and helped me wash it in water. We wrapped my finger in a paper towel until the bleeding stopped and Karen aided it with a waterproof band.
Before this, though, I had a new experience, I became faint and nauseous. I asked for a chair and sat down. While Karen came and put a cold cloth on my head, Dad said, "I guess I should wash this knife before slicing the rest of the lemons."
Later, I looked in the bathroom mirror and saw that my face was drained of blood. What remained was an olive-green, sallow color. Next time somebody asks me about my "season" I can confidently say that I know what my undertones are.
The cut ran an inch or less from the pad of the first digit and ending at the cuticle of the nail. I said (no fooling) "Golly gee!" and went to show Karen. Like a seasoned mother she told me to go back and hold it over the sink. Dad came in and helped me wash it in water. We wrapped my finger in a paper towel until the bleeding stopped and Karen aided it with a waterproof band.
Before this, though, I had a new experience, I became faint and nauseous. I asked for a chair and sat down. While Karen came and put a cold cloth on my head, Dad said, "I guess I should wash this knife before slicing the rest of the lemons."
Later, I looked in the bathroom mirror and saw that my face was drained of blood. What remained was an olive-green, sallow color. Next time somebody asks me about my "season" I can confidently say that I know what my undertones are.