I was prepping dinner tonight, slicing potatoes with my mandolin slicer, when I sliced my finger. It didn’t hurt. I just felt pressure on my finger and knew something bad had happened.
Bad, indeed. I basically skinned my finger. I have no finger print on my right index finger. The piece that was sliced off was the size (both surface area and thickness) of a dime. I bled for an hour, and my kitchen looked like a scene from a horror movie.
Luckily, my husband is certified in first aid through work, so he knew how to help me. He was seriously thisclose to running to the store for clotting agent when the bleeding stopped.
I’ve been put on light duty. I’m not allowed to wash dishes, shower, or do anything that will get the fingertip wet. He’s afraid it’ll wash away the clots, and I’ll start epically bleeding again. I’m also not allowed to run or do gym stuffs this evening. Apparently getting my heart rate too high will cause more bleeding as well. Bah.
Trinity has a sleep over. Daniel has work. I’ll be all alone, not allowed to do anything fun. So, I’m laying on the couch watching a Star Wars marathon on Spike. I’ll probably read later.
Enough of that, though. I have made Labor Day plans with Megan and her family. We’re hopefully going hiking, but, if it rains, it’ll be an indoor picnic and movie date at her apartment.
Also, my kitteh is weird. Small Fry is OBSESSED with Daniel’s socks (and my kitchen towels). She does this all the time.
Isn’t she adorable??
And, because it’s the 1st of September, and I organize my Facebook albums by month, I cleaned off my camera. That means you get some photos of my awesome sunflowers. They’re my favorite. My mammoth ones didn’t grow well due to the uber hot summer and my lack of gardening skillz. The painted ones are thriving, though.
And, with that pic!spam, I’ll shut up. At least my finger feels well enough to type now.