Bleeding on the bday cake
Feb. 5th, 2011 08:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
resonantOK, I injured myself cutting an ice cream cake. That has to be a new low. (And it was with the knife that I swore only to use for cake "because," I said, "no matter how many times I run it through the sharpener, it never gets sharp enough to cut meat.") So I'm typing w/right hand only while I elevate my left thumb.
The spouse said, very authoritatively, "Sit down. Elevate it. Put pressure on it. Don't stand up or look at it until this timer goes off in ten minutes." Later, when I stopped freaking out, I said, "Did you learn that on boy scouts?" and he said, "No. It's something I thought you would say."
The ice cream cake was shaped like an igloo. I spent more than an hour making it and I never even got to eat a piece.
The kidlet has 3 friends sleeping over, belatedly celebrating their 12th bday. Last time I looked downstairs, they were all on the Wii, dancing along to "Rah, Rah, Rasputin."
The spouse said, very authoritatively, "Sit down. Elevate it. Put pressure on it. Don't stand up or look at it until this timer goes off in ten minutes." Later, when I stopped freaking out, I said, "Did you learn that on boy scouts?" and he said, "No. It's something I thought you would say."
The ice cream cake was shaped like an igloo. I spent more than an hour making it and I never even got to eat a piece.
The kidlet has 3 friends sleeping over, belatedly celebrating their 12th bday. Last time I looked downstairs, they were all on the Wii, dancing along to "Rah, Rah, Rasputin."
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Date: 2/6/11 02:35 am (UTC)HEE! *hearts both of you*
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Date: 2/6/11 02:48 am (UTC)So: stitches or no?
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Date: 2/6/11 03:07 am (UTC)Also, I think if we took the top two or three stupid injury stories from everyone on my flist/dwircle/etc, we could make a book. I mean, mine include the time I sneezed hard enough to tear my traps (whiplash), the time I cut up my hand (leaving a big ol' twisty scar) on a spray bottle, and the time I fell out of the bathtub, so.
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Date: 2/6/11 04:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2/6/11 04:23 am (UTC)Except for, you know, when it's not. And I would think an ice cream cake would be slippery and potentially dangerous, frankly.
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Date: 2/6/11 10:25 am (UTC)Hope it heals up soon.
ETA: your icon triumphs again - John disapproves of your laceration!
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Date: 2/6/11 11:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2/6/11 06:11 pm (UTC)I guess what annoys me (and most likely you too by the telling of your story) is that after all these years of doing the usual/mundane tasks, we are still able to HURT ourselves!!
I mean, shouldn't there be a statute of limitations??? a moratorium on mayhem??? ::huffs::
[pats you & approves of spouse's brilliant observance of your awesomeness] =D
And a happy belated igloo caked birthday to your kidlet =)
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Date: 2/6/11 08:18 pm (UTC)Seconding Florahart's notion for a Stupid Human Tricks on DW / LJ book. We could sell it to benefit the injured, providing typists for when we do this stuff right when major pieces of work are due (like theses.)
Also second the notion that someone should get you an igloo shaped cake - ice cream or not (or both) to compensate your sacrifice.
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Date: 2/7/11 01:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2/7/11 01:23 am (UTC)No stitches, unless it does something very surprising. I changed the bandaid this morning and was surprised how small the cut was, but it's still extremely tender.
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Date: 2/7/11 01:24 am (UTC)I wouldn't do the igloo cake again. Martha Stewart's igloo cake is pure white, but I shudder to think what you have to make buttercream frosting out of that's pure white; mine was yellow from the egg yolks and the butter. The thing ended up looking more like a beehive than anything else.
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Date: 2/7/11 01:25 am (UTC)All my stupid injuries are kitchen-related, I think. I do tend to hurt myself when I'm doing home repairs, but only in boring, mundane ways.
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Date: 2/7/11 01:28 am (UTC)In this case, I seem to have been finger-stopping the blade (stupid, I know), and it got to the outer layer of my skin and ... didn't stop.
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Date: 2/7/11 01:40 am (UTC)Last time I had to have stitches, it was because I washed a food-processor blade, put it in the dish drainer, and piled other dishes on top of it. So at least that's a mistake I don't make any more.
I suppose no matter how long you live, you still never get to the point where you've made all the mistakes and there are none left.
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Date: 2/7/11 02:32 am (UTC)And I remember the kidlet being, what, two or three when we first met? So. I'll just be over in the denial corner, I think.
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