Who said Food Blogging wasn’t dangerous?
I found that out recently when we had a slight disaster in the kitchen.
Yes, I stabbed myself. Literally.
Not intentionally of course. Who does that intentionally anyway?
It all started out innocently with an avocado. Actually two. And a dinner plan that required less than 20 minutes which I was super excited about. Dinner did not take 20 minutes, just in case you hadn’t figured that out at this point.
The first avocado I sliced and chopped gave me no problems. However, from the start of the second one, I knew there would be problems.
It was a rather unripe avocado. Usable, it was green, but it was not as soft as it should have been. It was okay to use, just not soft.
You may be wondering what I was planning on doing with those avocados.
Needless to say, we wound up eating out that night after a trip to the ER.
So I was palming the avocado half in my left hand and cutting around the seed with a paring knife in my right hand. This was my third avocado half I was working on, so I was on a roll.
At some point, the knife simply broke through the extremely tough skin of the avocado and well, basically penetrated the extremely soft skin of my left hand. In between my ring finger and middle finger. The ring finger is where the actual stabbing occurred. It sliced my finger deeply and interestingly enough, I felt nothing. Of course that was kind of concerning since during the stabbing I obviously sliced a nerve ending or two. The finger was ridiculously numb and literally gushing blood. I must admit, I was a little afraid I had sliced my finger off for a moment. I did not. Thank goodness.
My police officer boyfriend was a paramedic in a past life, so I knew I was at least with the right person at the right time. He calmly looked at it, bandaged it up and urged us out to the car to head to the ER.
He was more worried than he was letting on, but I sure didn’t know that at the time. Didn’t he do an awesome wrap job? It didn’t start bleeding through until about an hour had passed from when he wrapped it. Triage at the hospital did not want to unwrap it and wanted the doc to do it.
Now, for the good news.
It required a tetanus shot, three x-rays and three stitches. Oh, and some Vicodin.
It did not hit the bone, as both the ER doc and my boyfriend suspected. It also doesn’t appear to have hit a tendon. However, there is a lot of numbness and if it doesn’t get better, the boyfriend’s making me see a hand specialist but so far I’m just waiting for it to heal.
I have photos, but I am going to WARN you ahead of time. THEY ARE GRAPHIC! I’ve seen worse, but I’m warning you anyway.
If you don’t have the desire to be a nurse, morbid curiosity, or a strong stomach, do yourself a favor and don’t click.
You’ve been warned, and if you still want to see them:
Photo 1 – Angle 1 of stab wound (looks like a slice wound)
Photo 2 – Angle 2 of stab wound
Photo 3 – With all the blood I’d lost before we got to the hospital and that was beginning to soak through the bandage by the time we got a room, the doc was a little worried by how much I lost during the stitches process, but hey I was okay.
What about dinner?
Well, the fish taco’s had to wait a night, and yes I was able to cut up an avocado, though I had to do it one handed. I am only limited a little. I’m grateful it was my left hand and that it only required three stitches. It could have been worse, much worse. And well, I don’t let people take care of me too often, and I have to admit, it’s been kind of nice.
I am not sure how much blogging I will get done in the next couple of days as I learn to type differently. Today I “typed” this post out with Dragon Naturally Speaking which I have adored for years and couldn’t have been a more welcome addition to my computer today. haha I am hoping to be back in full swing in a few days. I miss my blog and I miss being able to use my left hand. haha
Thank you for all the sweet well wishes and wonderful thoughts on social media. They mean a lot!
Love you all!