my first stitches

First of all, to my dear Shannon: stop reading now. I’m fine, and that is the most important part.

This is taking me a while to type as my left index finger is bandaged, mostly immobile, and in lots of pain. My first serious cooking-related laceration happened today, while I was cutting bread, of all things. It initially seemed to be minor enough, but we decided to go to the urgent care center in town, and I left an hour later with 5 stitches and a tetanus shot.

I think the scariest part of the whole ordeal was losing that much blood. It was the most blood I can remember seeing, ever. Also I do not recommend the whole getting shots in a deep wound gig. But I was glad to be numbed up for the sewing part. It was neat to watch, but only for about ten seconds.

Lesson learned: never ever ever stop paying attention to exactly what you are doing in the kitchen. I was lucky, but luck is no substitute for good old fashioned caution.

Time to take a painkiller and sleep. The turkey dinner was worth it, at least.

About Halsted M. Bernard

Halsted, a/k/a cygnoir, does stuff with words. Her favourite things to do with words are keeping this diary, writing stories, and organising information. She lives in Edinburgh with her husband, two cats, a few gadgets, several fountain pens, and many books.

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