Pammy Sue is in the house!
Ever since I can remember, I have always been known to be VERY accident-prone. As soon as one injury healed, the next one was not far behind. Adulthood has not changed that very much…okay, it hasn’t changed it at all. I’m ALWAYS bleeding from somewhere! (That didn’t sound right, but you know what I mean. Ha.)
This little cut on the back of my hand doesn’t look like much, but it hurts like a mother you-know-what! This is the same hand that was injured in the dog bite, flesh-ripping incident a few months back.
I was getting Taco Soup together yesterday morning for the crock pot which involves opening at least 6 cans of various ingredients. I opened them all at once and left the lids hanging on the cans. (You see where this is going, don’t you? I should have too.) When I was cleaning up and had them all rinsed out and ready for the recycle bin, I picked them all up with one hand (see above) by sliding each finger into a can and lifting them up. As I put them in the recycle bin, I mashed everything down using the cans with my fingers still in them. One of the can lids jammed into the knuckle of my middle finger. Many foul words and running around the kitchen in circles with blood dripping followed. I swear, it bled for hours and never did stop hurting. Today it is swollen and bruised and WAH-WAH-WAH! The worse thing is I CAN’T CROCHET because it hurts too bad! (Insert more foul words here.)
It doesn’t look that bad, does it? Well, it is! I should just cut my arms off at the elbow and get it over with.
And on top of that, my hand looks so old in that picture! What the heck? When did that happen? Ack!
I’m going back to bed.
Please carry on without me.
I’ll be here convalescing from another GASH.
And making a mountain out of a mole hill.
I swear, it HURTS BAD though!