Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Joy is the absence of pain

Or: How not to slice a lime.

The perks of being a weenie when it comes to my own pain levels and free-flowing blood? When I lie down, white-faced, in the middle of the kitchen, apparently K knows that I need a "puke bowl." And she delivers it promptly. Not so much luck in the Band-aid department.

Notes for next time? Do not, under any circumstances, cut yourself to ribbons (okay, it's only one actual ribbon) while your hands are covered in lime and lemon juice.

Things I've noticed? Well, I can type pretty quickly with my left middle finger up in the air. Ibuprofen is my friend. Also, I need insurance. (Pfffffbt.)

That is all.


~ V ~ said...

Ow, ow, owwww. I cringed just reading that. Knives, skin, and lime juice just don't mix. But, you knew that.

Hope you're feeling better soon!

Melanie said...

I'm sorry for your pain and your ouchie! BUt I couldn't help but giggle becuse you are so descriptive in your writing. You paint a picute very well. I hope your finger is better soon!

andie said...


Oh, I'm so sorry! The juice - oy. I'm dizzy just thinking about it.

I cut my thumb a few weeks ago and was promptly on the nice, cool, if a bit crumb covered floor hoping for a daughter to save me. I didn't get a bowl (which I needed) but I did get a band-aid and a cool washcloth.

I hope you're all feeling better soon.