A word about kitchen safety....
I got an emergency call from Jazzy while I was at work yesterday afternoon. She managed to slice her hand open when she doing one of those things you know you are never supposed to do put people do all the time anyway - trying to pry some frozen sausages apart with a knife. Yeah. Gave herself a deep gash in the ball of the thumb, the fleshy part of the palm.
By the time I got home, the bleeding had mostly stopped; it really did look like it could use a stitch, but she's rampantly needle phobic, and waiting for several hours in emergency for a stitch on a holiday would probably ramp her into hysterics. So, I made a judgment call and passed on the stitch. Instead, I disinfected it and closed it with a butterfly bandage. Last night when I changed the dressing it was a bit swollen, but not hot or red, so I'm not worried - yet. It was still pretty raw looking, though; if I don't like the way it looks tonight when I get home, I may drag her out to the clinic for a stitch yet.
Hey, guys? Be careful with your knives in the kitchen. I know we all *know* the safety rules, but if you're like me or Jazzy, you get cocky and you're in a hurry and you know that you'll be fine, so you do unsafe things all the time, and usually, you are fine, but all it takes is one time for the knife to slip and then you're not.
I actually had a wake up call myself a few weeks ago, when I was cutting a slice of cheese. I was using a thin, serrated knife that I favour. I was doing what you are never supposed to do, holding the block of cheese with one hand and cutting towards myself. The knife slipped, and the kinetic energy drove that knife all the way up my arm. Thank god it was really relatively dull; it skipped like a stone on water, leaving patches of parallel furrows scraped up my arm half way up to my elbow. I shudder to think what would have happened had I been using one of my sharp knives.
By the time I got home, the bleeding had mostly stopped; it really did look like it could use a stitch, but she's rampantly needle phobic, and waiting for several hours in emergency for a stitch on a holiday would probably ramp her into hysterics. So, I made a judgment call and passed on the stitch. Instead, I disinfected it and closed it with a butterfly bandage. Last night when I changed the dressing it was a bit swollen, but not hot or red, so I'm not worried - yet. It was still pretty raw looking, though; if I don't like the way it looks tonight when I get home, I may drag her out to the clinic for a stitch yet.
Hey, guys? Be careful with your knives in the kitchen. I know we all *know* the safety rules, but if you're like me or Jazzy, you get cocky and you're in a hurry and you know that you'll be fine, so you do unsafe things all the time, and usually, you are fine, but all it takes is one time for the knife to slip and then you're not.
I actually had a wake up call myself a few weeks ago, when I was cutting a slice of cheese. I was using a thin, serrated knife that I favour. I was doing what you are never supposed to do, holding the block of cheese with one hand and cutting towards myself. The knife slipped, and the kinetic energy drove that knife all the way up my arm. Thank god it was really relatively dull; it skipped like a stone on water, leaving patches of parallel furrows scraped up my arm half way up to my elbow. I shudder to think what would have happened had I been using one of my sharp knives.