I make no claims to being coordinated or excessively graceful.  Never have been and I doubt that since I am middle aged that is going to happen at this point in my life.  My mom used to call me Calamity Ann Brown if that tells you anything.  With that being said, I try to be careful and use common sense when doing things.  Mr. Diamond is also Mr. Safety and drills that stuff into my head.

Aaron and his friend Cory came this weekend and we had a great time and very productive as we were able to get a lot of branches trimmed, eaves cleaned out and other jobs that we needed some young labor for. I must admit some of their antics made me a little nervous.  They did a lot of work on things that Chris and I were a little hesitant to tackle on our own. We had such a good time with them and are so happy that they came to help us out.

Part of the weekend was making Cincinnati Chili for them since Cory had not had it before.  I had it all made ahead and was thinking that I should make some apple crisp to go with it.  I got a new variety of apple —Arkansas Black Apple–because they are supposed to be great in pies and crisps.  I started to make the crisp and took out one of my Pampered Chef knives to start the process.

You guessed it.  El knifo el cutto mi hando.  If you can’t read my gibberish the picture will tell you where I ended up.

Looking a little rumpled from my time laying on the floor.

The good thing is I did not faint.  I laid down on the floor while Chris attended to me and said that it was more than we could take care of at home.  Off to the Minute Clinic where the doc could only glue and not stitch. Since it was bleeding so much  (not that I looked) he sent me on to the emergency room after he put a huge pressure bandage on it.

We found our way to the Transylvania Emergency Room, got checked in and waited.  And waited. And waited.  But that is what happens in emergency rooms.  I was okay as long as I did not think about it and Chris kept me distracted. The doc came in and unwrapped it and looked at it and announced that it was indeed “suture worthy” and he would take care of it.  But it kept bleeding like crazy because I had cut a vein so my nurse wrapped it  up even more.
A tetanus shot and 3 stitches later and I was good to go.  It could have been a lot worse and I am grateful that 1) I didn’t cut it deeper or in a worse place, 2) that Chris was home, 3) that the boys had the Cincinnati Chili all ready to go by the time we got home from the emergency room, and 4) that it didn’t ruin my weekend.

3 stitches later

So what did YOU do this weekend?  I still owe Aaron and Cory some apple crisp but it may be awhile till I try that again.