Yesterday I did a very stupid thing and I really thought I was being really careful. I guess up to that point, I was.
I know you're wondering, "Okay, what did you do this time?"
Well, what I was doing was cutting the lip off of a plastic container so that it would fit inside the tray I had my fall centerpiece on. Why was I doing this, to keep our ever loving to eat things like decorations sitting on the table cats away from it so that they don't destroy it with their ever destructive little mouths. Actually I've only seen one of them do it and he knows who he is.
Well, I succeeded in doing what I set out to do, but in the process, cut my finger. I won't share the gory details, but let me just say that it bled like a stuffed pig. Where did that saying originate anyway? As far as I know, stuffed pigs don't bleed, but my finger did.
Luckily Dave was almost home from work, so when he got here, I had called him earlier on his cell phone to let him know what happened, off to the hospital we went. This is the same hospital that was hit by the tornado earlier this year. They were in the process of renovating it when the tornado struck, but have since completed the renovations and the results are really nice. It's really amazing for a small town hospital.
The doctor was nice even though he was from Omaha. Just joking, I met some really friendly people in Omaha. He laughed when he asked me how I did it and I told him that it was a "blond moment." I then went on to try as best I could to explain what I was doing when it happened. He then told me that gluing it was the better method because stitching it would just make it bleed more and probably hurt more (my opinion, not his), but they would have given me something for the pain, right? But at least this way I don't have to go back to have the stitches taken out, but I also got nothing for the pain. It still hurts too. Oh well, it's nothing that a couple aspirin won't cure and I don't need anything stronger anyway. I need to keep my whits about me and that's hard enough to do as it is.
Dave asked me on the way to the hospital if I hurt anything else and I thought for a second and said, "My pride." Oh well, it goes with the territory of growing up blond.
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