I don’t cook much anymore since it’s just H and I at home. It’s much more convenient and quick to go out, though not always cheaper. You can read about that fiasco here.
We did grill a few times when Andrew was home last week and with some leftover grilled steak in the fridge I was inspired to whip up some fajita’s last night. While waiting for a little dance girl to arrive for some costume alterations I gathered all my ingredients and started slicing. Some onion, bell pepper, a tomato, and an avocado for garnish was prepared and waiting and then I started slicing the steak into thin strips.
That’s when it happened…I did it…I sliced right through my finger. It was the same finger I usually get caught under the needle on my industrial sewing machine. I think I was in shock because when it happened I just froze and stood there with blood pouring from the cut.
I held it under cold water afraid to look, but knew I had too. It looked pretty bad to me. I wrapped it with a clean paper towel, applying pressure hoping to stop the bleeding and went in search for Band-Aids and Neosporin.
Have you ever had to apply a Band-Aid to your finger by yourself? It’s not an easy feat. You have to use the other nine fingers and your teeth to get it just right. I felt like a circus monkey performing a trick. H was on his way home but this couldn’t wait.
I was not even in the mood to finish that cooking project I had started. Isn’t it funny how something like this can ruin your day? I finished though and wondering where my little dance girl was I glanced at my phone and noticed she had texted about the same time I was slicing off the tip of my finger. She canceled and rescheduled for later in the week.
H was a little concerned about my finger and wanted to see it. I wouldn’t remove the Band-Aid in fear the blood would start spurting again.
At four this morning I woke up with my finger throbbing and removed the Band-Aid which helped the pain subside tremendously. Then I applied more Neosporin and another Band-Aid, (by myself again – men are never around when you need the) but not quite as tight and went back to bed to have nightmares about my finger falling off.
Next time I’m inspired to cook it will be something that doesn’t include using a knife. Who knew I even had a knife that sharp?
It’s better now if you were worrying. Do you know how hard it is to type or sew without an index finger? Not easy!