A Surreal and Painful Experience (or #*$@*!!)
Maybe the title should be "A Painful and Surreal Experience" since it was painful before it was surreal. Or in other words - I cut myself again. A doozy this time.
I was slicing up romaine with a serrated knife (very sharp) and zoned out after the 5th head. Bad plan. Then I cut myself. Index finger (makes typing fun!), I thought it was just across the nail again. I went to Dave for a bandaid but because it was bleeding so much he gave me gauze and made me sit down in the office. I sit, it bleeds, I get new gauze, ice for my wrist (apparently slows the bleeding), and a paper towel to wipe blood off my hand. Okay, bigger cut than I thought. Chef comes to see if I am OK. Yes, I'm fine, everybody stop fussing.
So now I decide to look at the wound. Very bad plan. I see that I have cut off part of my nail altogether. (Remember when I last cut through a nail I wished that had happened? Well, now I regret that.) Okay, fine, let's bandage it up so I can get back to work. While I'm waiting for Dave things start to get fuzzy, I dream about being in cooking school, then next thing you know I'm sitting on the floor. Well, I may have been lying there at one point but I was sitting when I came to. Yep, I passed out. Very surreal. Everything happening in the kitchen was amplified and I could see it happening even though I was in another room.
Needless to say I sat there for a while. Erin came in for something, saw me sitting there with tears running down my face and brought me a cup of ice water. I wasn't really crying either, just these tears came. Dave says it's the shock. I guess so. The only other time I've been in shock is when my horse kicked me in the abdomen (an accident, I got in the way of his foot), I remember his hoof hitting me but I don't remember falling or how I got under the fence. I've almost fainted a few times - once giving a blood sample before Selena was born, once when Ryan was getting stitches in his thumb, and of course, once at Dad and Cat's wedding (but that was champagne and seasickness induced).
Wow, that turned out kinda long for someone who can only type with one index finger today. I guess I'll live, but I must remember to put down the sharp instrument next time I start to zone. And God knows how I am going to wash my hair tonight!
I was slicing up romaine with a serrated knife (very sharp) and zoned out after the 5th head. Bad plan. Then I cut myself. Index finger (makes typing fun!), I thought it was just across the nail again. I went to Dave for a bandaid but because it was bleeding so much he gave me gauze and made me sit down in the office. I sit, it bleeds, I get new gauze, ice for my wrist (apparently slows the bleeding), and a paper towel to wipe blood off my hand. Okay, bigger cut than I thought. Chef comes to see if I am OK. Yes, I'm fine, everybody stop fussing.
So now I decide to look at the wound. Very bad plan. I see that I have cut off part of my nail altogether. (Remember when I last cut through a nail I wished that had happened? Well, now I regret that.) Okay, fine, let's bandage it up so I can get back to work. While I'm waiting for Dave things start to get fuzzy, I dream about being in cooking school, then next thing you know I'm sitting on the floor. Well, I may have been lying there at one point but I was sitting when I came to. Yep, I passed out. Very surreal. Everything happening in the kitchen was amplified and I could see it happening even though I was in another room.
Needless to say I sat there for a while. Erin came in for something, saw me sitting there with tears running down my face and brought me a cup of ice water. I wasn't really crying either, just these tears came. Dave says it's the shock. I guess so. The only other time I've been in shock is when my horse kicked me in the abdomen (an accident, I got in the way of his foot), I remember his hoof hitting me but I don't remember falling or how I got under the fence. I've almost fainted a few times - once giving a blood sample before Selena was born, once when Ryan was getting stitches in his thumb, and of course, once at Dad and Cat's wedding (but that was champagne and seasickness induced).
Wow, that turned out kinda long for someone who can only type with one index finger today. I guess I'll live, but I must remember to put down the sharp instrument next time I start to zone. And God knows how I am going to wash my hair tonight!
posted by Sue at
2:36 PM
2 Comments:
Sue...I've always wondered what they do with the food and utensils after someone cuts themselves in a kitchen?
Also, in an episode of CSI (the original, not the cheezy knock-offs) there is a murder in a kitchen but they have trouble figuring it out because of a "kitchen tradition" in which the staff flick blood at each other whenever someone cuts themselves. Is this a real thing or just something made up for TV?
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Rowena Hart, At
9:59 AM PST
Well, in our kitchen, the utensils get sanitized, but they are after any use, even the self inflicted. So far we've all had pretty minor cuts and no food has gotten bloodied, I expect it would be thrown out if it did.
I saw that CSI episode and thought that was a strange thing to do, so far I have not heard if it is true or not. I'll see what I can find out.
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Sue, At
6:47 PM PST
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