"I've never cut myself with a knife before" I told my Mom as I recounted my latest unfortunate mishap. "I doubt that" she said "But I can't recall it ever happening before." And neither could I, or I wouldn't have made such a presumptuous declaration. What happened is as follows:
Silas and I were having people over for brunch in honor of our friend's birthday so I had made two very lovely quiches. When I went to bake them, however, my oven refused to work. Silas and I did all that we knew to do and it still refused to turn on. Our guests were to arrive in thirty minutes and I needed a back up meal so I decided to make Kitchen Sink Omelet. I was in an enormous hurry when I began chopping onions and the knife slipped.
Next thing I knew my thumb was bleeding all over the place and I could see the skin under my thumbnail for the first time in my life. I had sliced it top to bottom all the way through. It made me ill to look at it so I made Silas take care of it. He did a good job, especially since he loathes blood and the very sight of it makes him sick.
Initially, I had to wrap it up to keep my thumb together. But I was able to take a picture of it while I was changing the bandage yesterday.
Nasty isn't it?