my first stitches
16 Dec
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.
