I shoulda got stitches

Sometimes I do really stupid things. Or maybe just careless. Usually I end up okay anyway. Okay, so far I always end up okay.

Last Friday I waited too long to start supper then I was rushing to cut up a chicken for the oven. I used the horrible knife - a long, very sharp, serrated thing. I sliced the top of my ring finger, just south of the fingernail and past the first joint. I couldn't see how bad it was but I put three bandaids on and it kept bleeding. I put a fourth on top and it stopped. I felt kind of sick for a few minutes. Then I finished the chicken and got supper in the oven.

I thought about going to the clinic or emerg, but I didn't want to spend Friday evening sitting in a waiting room feeling like a goof for mistaking my finger for a drumstick, so I left it. I cleaned it well and made sure to use polysporin, and at my daughter's suggestion I put on one of those advanced healing bandaids. Those are mighty fine bandaids. Last year I wore one to Disneyland after I burned my arm with the kettle. The wound stayed clean and healed beautifully and the bandaid disguised it so I didn't look like a leper in the swimming pool.

I took a peek at the finger last night. It still hurts like the dickens now and again, but the edges are sealed back shut. There's some kind of frankenstein finger scar though. Youch! Oh well, all's well that ends well.

It got me thinking about something I was thinking about when I wrote "Venus de Milo,"

maybe it is some kind of
Venus de Milo envy
I'm literally disarming myself
in mute testament to my own impending redundancy

Everytime I damage myself by accident I think about this. A friend told me that injuries to extremities are a sign that I am not giving myself enough space or honouring my own self in my environment. His suggestion was to go through my space and re-introduce the parts of my body to it: "Arm, this is the door. Door, this is my arm." Renewed consciousness of myself in space will help me reduce the bumps, bangs, burns and slices.

I'm more impulsive than analytical, so I resist such ideas. I will, however, give it some thought and perhaps prevent actually losing a toe or something next time.

question: how do you get through a busy day with all of your parts intact?

mompoet - taking up space (and avoiding that knife for the time being)