It's Saturday morning and I'm rushing around the kitchen thinking about how I am going to fit a walk with a friend, laundry, making cookies, and helping another friend move... into the hour and a half I have before my afternoon plans, which I am squeezing in before the longer standing late afternoon plans. All as I anxiously think that what I probably need most is a nap. I stubbornly decide I can't give up any of it. Turn on the hand immersion blender, thoughtlessly swipe the blade area to get every last bit of batter, when suddenly I see blood coming from the blender. After a moment of confusion I realize I've turned on the hand blender with my finger still in it. Still in shock, my friend (who I was supposed to help move) rushes me to urgent care and sits with me through the nerve shots, x rays, morphine injection (that one was definitely worth it), wait for the plastic surgeon to come in from her daughter's soccer game, waves of nausea and pain, and finally stitches and bandaging.
Sometimes prayers are answered in odd ways... I definitely got my nap in last weekend. And didn't end up doing any of the things I thought were so important. I was really grateful for western medicine for the first time in a while:) And bytheway I have THE best friends ever.
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Sometimes prayers are answered in odd ways... I definitely got my nap in last weekend. And didn't end up doing any of the things I thought were so important. I was really grateful for western medicine for the first time in a while:) And bytheway I have THE best friends ever.
Photo, and hand holding cred: Bry.
Still no pain meds.
Radiation!
Just in case queasiness hasn't set in yet
But don't worry, it's getting better...
