It’s not often that I whine (I can hear the gasps and guffaws coming from my so-called friends and family), but I’m gonna give it a whirl. In case you hadn’t noticed, I haven’t been posting much lately. There is an excuse…er…reason I’ve been absent. It’s the same reason you won’t see one picture in this post!
It all started about 3 weeks ago, while I was making dinner one evening (again with the gasps and guffaws…stop it). I’m always so innovative in the kitchen, and I thought it would be a fantastic idea to saw off the ends of the cobs of corn before peeling them. Not so fantastic ’cause (WARNING: If you have a queasy stomach…do not read) I nearly “sawed” my index finger off.
When it happened, Mark immediately lept to action. While holding my head between my knees and my hand in the air (I think he actually enjoyed twisting me into a pretzel) he tried to convince me to go to the medical clinic ’cause “it’s really bad, Jen”. I refused to go ANYWHERE, so he resorted to trickery. “Jen, the doctor will just irrigate it and put one of the new-fangled bandages on it.” Normally, I’m a pretty smart woman, but when I’m panicked, I lose all sense of reason, and I fell for his LIES.
When I got to the clinic, I was called in to the office, and I looked back to make sure Mark was following me, but he just remained seated and shook his head “nope”. Traitor!!!! It became clear what was going to happen next when the nurse led me in to the little operating room, looked at my finger and declared, “Yup, you’re going to need STITCHES”.
Surprisingly, getting 6 needles in the very cut is not unbearable–stings, but it’s not unbearable. Four stitches and a finger cast later, I was ready to go.
For two weeks, it was pretty tough typing, but I’m back in business now that the finger is healing. The Frankenstein scar may have destroyed my hand-modeling career, but rest assured, it won’t stop me from sending out post after post after post for evermore. Lucky you!