HAS BEEN PUT ON THE
QUILTER'S INJURED RESERVE LIST
I know what you're thinking...
Sidekick Scott has been playing Doctor with the Band-aids and Grandmama has played Patient.
Nope, truth is I made this mess all on my own. How many times have you warned your children to not touch the inside rim of a tin can after the lid has been removed by a can opener? If you had a nickel for every time, you would be rich, Right?
Following my own advice has never been my strong suit, so, yesterday morning when I was feeding my dogs, I lost control of the situation and ended up with my right hand, MY QUILTING HAND, looking like THIS!
My hand was bleeding like a Stuck Hog!
You're asking, "HOW ON EARTH, did she cut herself THAT many times in THAT many places?"
Trust me, I've asked myself the same thing. Unfortunately, when the TRAGEDY was unfolding, I wasn't counting how many times I grabbed the SAME Stinkin' metal flap on the rim of the dog food can! My Border Collie, Hank, kept *herding* me into a corner of the laundry room and for some unknown reason I kept grabbing the tin can in the same place, slicing a nice little hunk of my hand each time. It was as though I was moving in slow motion in a pool of mud.
Blood's pouring from each gash...SIX at last count...when, mercifully, I FINALLY untangle my arms/hands with Hank's legs and that lethal tail wagging at 90mph!
I immediately head for the First Aid box and I suppose the above picture tells the story better than a thousand words.
Needless to say I won't be winning any bandaging contests!
So for the next few days, a box of Band-Aids, and a tube of Neosporin,
My Stitching will need to take a severe backseat to trying to get my Boo-Boo's all healed up.
I have, however, discovered the secret to Faster Healing.................
Sidekick Scott kissed every BooBoo on Grandmama's hand and proudly pronounced,
"Now, it's all better Grandmama"