Today has been wrought with mishaps, not just the benign kinds because those tend to happen almost daily but ones that are deviously harmful.
Case in point the latest kitchen injury both to self and my favourite bone china bowl.
Let's begin with the bone china bowl that slipped and fell in the kitchen sink while I cleaned with great care which supposedly wasn't as great or else why would it have slipped and fallen and chipped an edge?
It didn't break and unless you don't scrutinize it the sheared edge that is on the inside of the bowl isn't visible and speaking of things getting chipped we come to the second injury which keeps me from typing well on the computer and I realize now the utmost importance of index finger in such matters because this post is full of typos.
I have sliced off half a nail along with some underlying flesh clean off my index finger and to say that it hurts would be an understatement because it took me a solid ten minutes to wash the blood off the vegetables and chopping board and it sounds gross but I found the severed nail stuck on some flesh on the floor and there's probably a lesson in there somewhere but I'm far too infuriated to find education in injuries.
I mean there I was chopping a green onion with a carrot wedged between my teeth that I was merrily chomping at after a good workout hour and suddenly I was screaming in pain, putting pressure on my finger and watching blood trickle through my clasped fingers.
I thought I'd sliced some vein because damn it there was blood and it began running in small channels as it came in contact with water on my wooden chopping board making a mess of things.
I stood there for a good minute just trying to understand what happened and looked around in case I'd accidentally lopped my finger off but then I saw my nail on the floor and it bothered me to think how bloody careless I'd been.
I still had the carrot in my mouth and tears in my eyes.
A fragment of me now lies in the dustbin and the agonizing anticlimax being that after dressing my wound I finished cooking my lunch and tearfully ate it along with a painkiller because my oh my oh my.
And oh, the fantastical irony being the knife which hacked off my finger was the same one I sharpened this morning, but the knife isn't to blame since I was callous enough in wielding it.
In fact, I was apathetic and most of all incautious.
The lesson being practise prudence no matter how uncomplicated the task might be, no matter how many thousands of times you've done that one thing, accidents can happen that one second you aren't looking.
Case in point the latest kitchen injury both to self and my favourite bone china bowl.
Let's begin with the bone china bowl that slipped and fell in the kitchen sink while I cleaned with great care which supposedly wasn't as great or else why would it have slipped and fallen and chipped an edge?
It didn't break and unless you don't scrutinize it the sheared edge that is on the inside of the bowl isn't visible and speaking of things getting chipped we come to the second injury which keeps me from typing well on the computer and I realize now the utmost importance of index finger in such matters because this post is full of typos.
I have sliced off half a nail along with some underlying flesh clean off my index finger and to say that it hurts would be an understatement because it took me a solid ten minutes to wash the blood off the vegetables and chopping board and it sounds gross but I found the severed nail stuck on some flesh on the floor and there's probably a lesson in there somewhere but I'm far too infuriated to find education in injuries.
I mean there I was chopping a green onion with a carrot wedged between my teeth that I was merrily chomping at after a good workout hour and suddenly I was screaming in pain, putting pressure on my finger and watching blood trickle through my clasped fingers.
I thought I'd sliced some vein because damn it there was blood and it began running in small channels as it came in contact with water on my wooden chopping board making a mess of things.
I stood there for a good minute just trying to understand what happened and looked around in case I'd accidentally lopped my finger off but then I saw my nail on the floor and it bothered me to think how bloody careless I'd been.
I still had the carrot in my mouth and tears in my eyes.
A fragment of me now lies in the dustbin and the agonizing anticlimax being that after dressing my wound I finished cooking my lunch and tearfully ate it along with a painkiller because my oh my oh my.
And oh, the fantastical irony being the knife which hacked off my finger was the same one I sharpened this morning, but the knife isn't to blame since I was callous enough in wielding it.
In fact, I was apathetic and most of all incautious.
The lesson being practise prudence no matter how uncomplicated the task might be, no matter how many thousands of times you've done that one thing, accidents can happen that one second you aren't looking.
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