Sharp Objects

It seems as though I can no longer use sharp objects without injuring myself or destroying something else. It all started last Monday when I was trimming the overgrown bushes in our front yard. I was using the electric hedge trimmers and had gotten well over half way through the project - I must say the bushes were looking really nice when I finished with them. But as I working to trim the top of a bush that was up to the roof, I apparently lost track of the electric cord. All the sudden, the trimmers stopped and I was left holding the trimmer in my left hand and the cord in my right and they were no longer attached to each other. There was no big flash or shock, but I made a clean cut right through that sucker. Now according to Dad I did a much better job that Mom when she saws through the cords - my "new" end was only a foot or so from the old one...she usually gets it in the middle of the cord. No worries I have already bought a new end plug for the cord, now I just have to get Andrew to repair the damages...but he has learned his lesson...McGinnis girls need battery powered hedge trimmers.

Then on Thursday, I was working quickly to get some sweet potato fries in the oven before Andrew got home since the Tech game would be coming on soon and he got off work sooner than expected. I got that massive potato peeled and was well on my way to having it cut into fries when I noticed a "bad" spot on the side that really needed to be removed. I pick the stupid thing up and hold it with one had while carefully working my santoku knife around the spot...well of course, as my luck would have it, the knife slips and my index finger catches it. So now I have a fairly deep cut on my index finger that was pouring out blood and even I was beginning to feel a little sick. So I applied pressure, held it above my heart, and called Andrew. When he arrived he wasn't exactly sure what to think about it - apparently it is different treating family, if it is a stranger in the hospital, you stitch it up and let them go about their business. So long story short, we didn't go to the hospital but rather cleaned and wrapped it and let it go...

So I haven't been able to do any more trimming in the yard and have been banned from using knives until my finger heals...needless to say, my ability to use sharp objects is now in question.