It's Bad When You Feel It Tug

It’s not Tuesday…

I suppose there are exceptions to every rule.

You know when you do something, and the millisecond that you do it you know exactly how it’s going to end?

Well…

Remember when we went to the cottage and Thomas went all gung-ho and bought the Ninja blender? 

I am never on smoothie making duty, nor am I on cleaning up smoothie duty, but tonight I decided to lend a hand.

Insert hand into soapy kitchen sink water, use washcloth to wash super crazy ass blade, and then proceed to slice a very clean ¾” line down the pad of your thumb. 

As I was slicing my thumb, I turned to Thomas and said, “This is going to be an emergency room visit”.

Usually Thomas is a “just throw a Band-Aid on it” kinda guy, but this time he took a look and asked if I needed a ride.

Now, here’s the kicker…

We have Convenient Care 2 ½ minutes from our house, so I went there.  They will stitch you up if they estimate it is less than 15 stitches, and it was.  I got four.

I have a new scar.  I’m going to have to come up with a really great story to make it sound more exciting than what I said to the doctor, “Yah, I sliced my thumb washing dishes.  I bet you hear that a lot.”

Bummer of the story…I couldn’t remember when I had my last tetanus shot so they threw that one in as a bonus.

Sooooo, still didn’t go to the emergency room.