On Thursday night while starting to prepare dinner, the knife I use to cut up garlic & onions slipped out of my hand and sliced into my other hand as it headed for the floor. The result:
- one big gash in my left hand’s middle finger (to the bone)
- a kitchen that looked like a crime scene (spray of blood up the cupboards & microwave on one side, over the floor and then up the cupboards and sink on the other side)
- Nykolai deciding he wasn’t up to this and winding up in his room sitting on his bed to recover
- Kitt grabbing a cotton pad and bandage to do a quick patch & wind job while I held the bits together under cold water in the sink
- Finally, a quick taxi ride to the hospital for 3 stitches and a tetanus jab.
Doh!
Getting the local anesthetic in was “fun” and then It took about 5 goes to get the 3 stitches in as the skin kept tearing around the area. Of course, the local hadn’t worked across all areas of the cut so most of the work was felt quite clearly.
Now it’s got some sticky strip dressings over the top and a plastic wrap, all of which I’m about to change today. There’s a bit of blood seepage but not much (bugger all
compared to what was gushing out when it happened :)
So, now the big knife and I are eyeing each other off each time I’m in the kitchen – you can tell it’s got the taste for blood by that sneaky glint on the blade. I may just have to kill it before it strikes again… :)