Walking wounded

WARNING: Slightly gory post, so if you don't want to hear about blood, stop reading.

You may or may not have seen already that today is Ryan's birthday. He requested lasagna for tonight, but I thought it might be fun to stock the week with some of his favorite dinners. Monday night was flautas. I got out a frozen chicken to boil for the flautas. I dumped the chicken in the pot and realized that it had one of those little absorbent pads stuck to it. Being the genius I am, I decided to use a sharp knife to get under the pad and pry it off. I'm sure you can see where this is headed. The knife slipped and I stabbed my index finger just about where your finger meets your hand.
LAST WARNING... stop now if you don't want to hear about the gore.


My first indication that something was wrong was the fountain{I mean that literally} of blood that came spurting out. I didn't stab very deep, but there just so happens to be a nice vein there. So I had a perfectly gory video game scene of blood spurting out all over the kitchen and my shirt.
I gathered my wits enough to put pressure on my hand and stop the bleeding. Then I called Ryan and totally lost it. He agreed to come home because I didn't think I had my wits about me to determine whether I needed to seek medical attention, or to bandage it myself.
I wish I had sucked it up though, because by the time Ryan got home it had swollen enough that I had some hand "meat" poking out of my puncture wound. Hey, you were warned.

Ryan got home and took care of me and the kiddies very very well. Instead of flautas we had Dominos pizza, which is also a fav of Ryans.

As Ryan was cleaning up me and the stove, sink, floor, etc he kept asking if I wanted pictures. He knows how I love to blog. He also likes to tease my very squeamish mother, so he wanted to take pictures to show her.

This morning I am hurting, swollen, and bruised. I am also trying to type 9 fingered, which takes some adjusting to.

One last thing in my own defense. If you were to look at the wound now, you probably wouldn't think it's any big deal. {I've been afraid to take off the bandage and peak, so I can't say that for sure.} If I had sliced my finger, or not hit a vein I'm sure I would have been able to cope better. Blood does not usually freak me out. However, I will be scarred for a long time by the way in which I bled. It really freaked me out.