Painful Lessons
I learned a few things yesterday while I was cooking dinner. The first thing I learned wasn’t really a lesson at all since I already possessed the knowledge. I was using a mandolin to slice up some zucchini.
A mandolin is a very useful kitchen tool…..and I “re-learned” that it is deadly sharp, (as in instrument of torture sharp). So I am sure by now you realize that I must have cut myself. Yep.
The second thing I learned is that I have a relatively low tolerance for great gobs of blood loss. I always thought I handled myself very well when injured. Yesterday, when I couldn’t get the bleeding to stop, let alone slow down, I started to worry. The worry turned in to having a hot flash with copious sweating….but, thankfully I did not pass out. I did sit down with a wet paper towel and kept applying pressure to my finger.
Ouch!!
As you can see, it did a number on my little pinky finger.
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