Monday, March 08, 2010

Why I Should Not Be Allowed To Own Sharp Objects

I only wish I was lying about this.

I have cut myself again. And I'm not even goth. What's that about?

So, last night I broiled up some red meat for dinner... a late dinner, but dinner. As I was carrying my plate and utensils (utensils resting on the plate, mind you, a bad choice about which I have now learned my lesson) from the cooking area to the dining area, the steak knife started to fall.

My brain decided since something was falling, I had to catch it.

The knife, falling blade first, went into my thumb and kinda "bounced" out.

Remember how last time I said blood was everywhere or whatever? This time it really was. I thought I was gonna have a full-on freak-out.

About the time I was thinking maybe a trip to the emergency room was in order, I realized the bleeding had... well, not stopped, but seemed to have every intention of considering the possibility of stopping sometime before bedtime.

So then I got to clean up blood from all over the place, which is good practice should I decide to slaughter my own cattle.

On the up side, this has made me go see a doctor, which means it has made me finally make a decision about which doctor suggestion from co-workers would be the best one.

I've got a good feeling about this doctor. He may be the one. I didn't ask, but he appears to be younger than me--so, odds are, I won't have to doctor-shop again until after I'm dead.

Anyway, I just wanted to share, in case you were wondering why it looked like all my spaces were typed by my right hand.

3 comments:

BeDoubleYou said...

"And I'm not even Goth" gave me a big old chuckle. If I'd have known you were in the market for a doctor I'd have referred you to mine. He appreciates my sense of humor so I'm sure he'd go for yours. And plus, I felt guilty for leaving him and this way I could have balanced out the numbers by giving him you. But he did always hit me if I didn't do what he said and I doubt that's on your checklist.

Propoquerian said...

okay, i gotta ask, has anyone ever told you you are quite a character? I know you're just completely honest on here and spill out your thoughts but...they are funny thoughts! i mean in a charming way though--like we really get a sense of you. i've enjoyed following your blog!

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Leah said...

hehe I hate doctor shopping. I have had the same one since birth and now have moved 2000km away from him.
Life is sad.