dh took our 2yo to the beach last night for the sunset and i had gotten up from a very much needed nap. they left (thank goodness i wasn't alone with her) and i decided to tidy up a bit. the brownies i made the day before were still in the glass pan, so i took a knife, well a very sharp steak knife
: to cut them. i cut most of them and put them in the freezer and then there were these last few pieces. somehow i managed to cut with so much force that the knife slipped and sliced my left hand between thumb and index finger. and somehow it went in so deep that i cut an arterie and the blood sprayed up a foot or more. i screamed loud and held my hand, but blood was everywhere already, really kinda like in a horror flick, it was spraying and making big puddles. the whole kitchen flooor was just blood puddles as i stared at them thinking i can't believe what just happened.
it took a sec to collect my thoughts and call an ambulance. dh and dd came home, the ambulance showed up and then i spent 6 hrs in the er. i have 10 stitches now.
dh had to wait at home for a friend showed up to take care of dd, it took him 1.5 hrs to get there, during which i had a breakdown. i was doing fine for a while, but i stepped outside to make a call and after i hung up it hit me hard: i can't do ANYTHING right now...cook, drive, put on clothes, wash my hair, or take care of sweet dd. i can't even feed her!
i sat outside of the er on the cold concrete and cried so hard that it made me panic. it was weird. maybe a late stage pregnancy thing. a nurse got me after maybe 20 min. and my dh was there shortly after. i felt so low and hopeless.
shit happens, right?
: to cut them. i cut most of them and put them in the freezer and then there were these last few pieces. somehow i managed to cut with so much force that the knife slipped and sliced my left hand between thumb and index finger. and somehow it went in so deep that i cut an arterie and the blood sprayed up a foot or more. i screamed loud and held my hand, but blood was everywhere already, really kinda like in a horror flick, it was spraying and making big puddles. the whole kitchen flooor was just blood puddles as i stared at them thinking i can't believe what just happened.it took a sec to collect my thoughts and call an ambulance. dh and dd came home, the ambulance showed up and then i spent 6 hrs in the er. i have 10 stitches now.
dh had to wait at home for a friend showed up to take care of dd, it took him 1.5 hrs to get there, during which i had a breakdown. i was doing fine for a while, but i stepped outside to make a call and after i hung up it hit me hard: i can't do ANYTHING right now...cook, drive, put on clothes, wash my hair, or take care of sweet dd. i can't even feed her!
i sat outside of the er on the cold concrete and cried so hard that it made me panic. it was weird. maybe a late stage pregnancy thing. a nurse got me after maybe 20 min. and my dh was there shortly after. i felt so low and hopeless.
shit happens, right?
