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.
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Leave a commentAnd we think we’re passed such happenings when “adulthood” is achieved!!!! NOT!!!! Sending hugs……….and “virtual” apple crisp……………………………
Thanks for the apple crisp!!! It will go great with my coffee! 🙂
And ‘0’ calories!!!!! Always lookin’ out for my friends!!!!! LOL!!!!!
You are THE BEST!
Awww… I’m so sorry. Butterfly strips probably wouldn’t have even helped in that spot either. I too, am the Queen of Klutz. BUT should you or your readers decide you want to upgrade your dishwasher – here is a tale that will keep you in stitches. Hopefully, everyone finds the humor in it.
Rambo here has removed her own stitches as I was traveling and couldn’t get to the doctors to have them removed. Yep, I did them since it was an easy spot to get to. No problems ever. Easy to do, but I don’t recommend people to do this. I’ve just become a pro at my own skin with as many times as I’ve had stitches to recognize the signs of healed skin.
Fast forward two years later, and the finger & hand went through a wine glass I was washing. Stitches again. Doctor removes them & that fee is included in the bill.
A few years later problems with the same spot. Suddenly it is sore, and nothing I could do would make it heal. This is when I found out subcutaneous thread is supposed to dissolve. Mine didn’t. Why, you ask? The doctor on call years ago, used the same thread that was on the surface I guess and my body must have finally rejected it or it didn’t dissolve. I can’t quite recall. Ether way, it was another round of visits to wound care, and I couldn’t get the insurance company to include it in the initial payment for the initial problem.
Funniest part of the entire thing though was I was lamenting over the desire of getting a new dishwasher with my husband (he nixed the idea the day previously) when this initially happened. Needless to say, the new dishwasher was immediately purchased. I guess he didn’t want to do dishes. 🙂 hahahaha!
When the new problem happened, my husband said, “there is no way, you are getting an upgrade on your dishwasher!”
I said, “I don’t need an upgrade, love. But I could use a second one in the studio.”
Not a single word was uttered from him. Zilch. Zero. Nada. I let it go. But the next day he said we were going shopping for a new dishwasher for the studio. I guess didn’t want to do those dishes either, because the volume of those is three times what we use for meals. 🙂
Great story. Not the stitches part of it but it is nice to find a kindred spirit. I haven’t really had to have stitches until now but trust me—-I will be more careful from now on.
Thankful your family was there to take care of you. I’ve never heard of those types of apples before.
They are really hard apples. Really hard. I sent them all home with Aaron. 🙂
Ah, Beth Ann, I am so sorry this happened. But you’re right in being thankful that at least Chris and “the boys” were around. That sounds like one deep wound. Is this impacting your ability to use your tech devices?
How kind of “the boys” to help out at the house.
I just hit a vein so that is why it would not stop bleeding. It is all good and forces me to get doctor’s appointments scheduled that I have put off. It is totally manageable now–just have to be a little bit more careful when I use my left hand.
Weird…started to type and it posted! Anyway….OH Beth Ann so sorry! Glad you are ok. Another story for the memory book! Sending hugs.
Thanks! It is all good! I am just going to have to be much more careful! Especially if Chris is not home. 🙂
Who would have thought making an apple crisp would be so dangerous! Glad you are OK.
I know! Hazardous to my health. I am obviously not to be trusted with knives.
Ouch. Double ouch for the shot and the stitches. Hope you feel better soon. We went to a play on Friday night and the Ann Arbor Symphony on Sat night. Way better than cutting my hand. Though I do love apple crisp.
Way better!!!! Sounds like a lot of fun for sure. I am still hungry for apple crisp. 🙂
Good Gravy lady! I’m so glad you’re ok!!
I know. I am such a klutz. But all will be fine. However my favorite Life is Good shirt has bloodstains on it that won’t come out now. Rats.
Ok, Beth Ann, we are kindred spirits for sure!! This made me woozy just reading it! I hope it heals quickly.
Oh sorry for the pics, then! Too graphic! It is healing up well from what I can tell. Hope to get the stitches out Friday.
Oh, it wasn’t even the pictures … just reading about it got to me. I feel your wooziness.
so glad no one found a thumb in their Cincinatti Chili … ew…too soon? 😉
Thank goodness the chili was made pre-accident. 🙂
So glad you are okay. And with all the time you spend alone, so thankful others were with you. Good job not passing out!
Thanks, Karen. I am such a klutz and really try to be careful—it was just one of those “accidents”. Chris jokes about getting me a keeper but I don’t think I am there quite yet. Thank goodness.
I’m so glad you’re okay. I’m a klutz too – I must get that from my Mom 😉
You definitely got it from me. I am sorry. 🙁
Oh my goodness ouch!! Glad you didn’t pass out or you might have ended up with stitches in your head too! lol