Friday night I was putting away groceries in the pantry. I brought my hand back toward me and smashed my thumb against the interior edge of the cabinet frame.
PAIN.
Jeezy Creezy, the PAIN.
Also, a thick chunk of skin hanging loose. And blood. Lots of blood.
I kept it bandaged for two days until it stopped bleeding long enough to clot and scab. (Visual images, you are welcome.)
Who knew smooth wood could be so sharp?
Today I was peeling potatoes for dinner. First I sliced the corner of the knuckle on my thumb. The SAME thumb I gouged open with the cabinet frame. There was significantly less blood than last time, a mere quarter of an inch from the first injury.
Bending my thumb is so much fun these days.
Sure, I cussed up a storm when I nicked my thumb…again. Two potatoes later, I sliced the tip of my pinky finger wide open. Blood! Blood! Everywhere!
Never mind the big, sharp knife I use for chopping things just about every time I cook something. I cut myself to bloody bits with potato peelers and KITCHEN CABINETS.
I am so talented I can hardly stand it.
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