15 years ago: Got out of the van and shut and locked the door—with my hand still inside.
8 years ago: Grabbed the hedge trimmer blade—while it was on.
This morning: Put my fingers in the bottom of the Braun hand mixer—about a half second after I’d pressed the ON button.
Surprisingly enough, the Braun hand-mixer beat out the hedge trimmer for doing the most damage, but I won’t go into details, except to say that it required medical intervention and PART OF ME GOT CUT OFF.
Okay, so I’m a big baby. It was just a little, tiny part, but it hurt like heck and it sure does make it hard to type right now.
So. Now I have an excuse for not ironing but dang, it turns out procrastinating isn’t as much fun when you’ve got a doctor’s permission.
And since I’m a little frazzled, I think I need a nice, soothing procrastination toy today. With that in mind, I present: JigsawLand.com.
You can choose from Easy, Intermediate, and Advanced (although the Advanced puzzles weren’t available today) and then sort the pieces to your heart’s content. You’ll know you’ve put them in the right spot because you’ll hear a nice “thwack!” when you do it.
Oh Bonnie I am soooo sorry. I hurt for you =((( Thanks for the puzzle. Take care of yourself ok, and like I tell my husband “step away from the electronics!!!”.
Oh Bonnie! That’s awful. The part of you they had to cut off…will it grow back or is it gone for good?
You are way brave about all this. Or are you actually going nuts but we can’t see that through the computer screen? Let the teenagers work the appliances. They’re better at it than we are.
Ah, I’m sorry to hear that, Bonnie. I hope you’re painfree in no time…
Thanks, Laurel Wreath. Grabbing a hand mixer blade… how stupid is that? It went “THUNKTHUNKTHUNK” and… yowza.
M.G., there’ll be a hole there for a while, but the doc said it’ll fill in eventually. No tendon damage, though. Hooray for that!
James, I guess this means instant membership in the Nimrod Club, right next to the guy who burned out his nose hairs with the chlorine!
OWWWWW! Oh, I hate that, Bonnie! Get well soon!
Gosh Bonnie that sounds horrific! I’m very glad it wasn’t worse (tendons etc). Sorry you’re in pain.
Be very good to yourself while you recover (and let others join in)
Oh! Ugh! Eww! Ouch!
Every little part is important enough to stay attached to us. Happy healing! Gosh! Stay away from blades that twirl, girl!
Oh, no! Poor Bonnie. 🙁 I hope you heal quickly and with minimal pain, but that you’re able to milk extra chores out of the rest of your family in the meantime and for a little bit after you actually need them to help out. 😉
What’s wrong with us people.
Years ago I was working, I said to myself, If I keep doing this and it breaks, I will jamb the end of my finger. 10 second later it did, I did ruin the end of my finger. 🙁
I knew it was going to happen,but I did nothing.
Why???
🙂
~shivers in sympathy~
But.
You still IRON?
I iron once every five years…
tl, somehow it makes me feel better to know even you did something dumb once. Maybe it’s some kind of evolutionary thing, some kind of “duh” switch that turns on when it’s time to thin the herd.
I didn’t used to iron, Bernita, but lately it seems like it’s all I ever do! (Besides driving. And paying.)
Honey, maybe they’ll do some extra chores, after they STOP LAUGHING.
You got it, Rock Lady! Right now, even the ceiling fans look scary to me.
April and Dink, thanks. You guys are all too nice to me!
Oh, Bonnie, how painful and what a shock for you. I’m so sorry. I nearly minced my little finger in a Bamix once, so I know how you feel. Thanks for the jigsaw link – great fun.
Ouch!
Mixer 1, Bonnie, 0.
Must be something in the air. 😉 I didn’t let the Chaos god loose, honest.
Glad you aren’t missing a digit or more from that taming of the mixer incident. Pain is not good.
Hope you feel better soon. And the laughter dies down.
Hand accidents are in the air, my father fell off the porch today and broke his hand. Maybe you can use this as an excuse to have someone else do the ironing. Ironing really isn’t my favorite job!
Ouch. Maybe you’ll make James’ Darwin awards this week?
*runs*
Damn girl, are you okay? That sure beats my cold to hell and back!
Ouchie! I shut my index finger in a vault door at work on time and almost lost the nail. It made me realize just how much we use our hands. I was constantly bumping the dang thing and moaning and groaning every time. Hope you are pain free soon.
OUCH! Hope the finger heals soon.
Ironing? A couple of my shirts have labels that say “Non-Iron”. What is the point of that, then? They are all non-iron.
Bonnie, I didn’t realize you are well … YOU, when I read this over on James’ site. You have a gorgeous blog here! I’m so sorry about your finger. I hope you made the blender look worse.
How are you managing to type? It’s strange what we can do when we really want to, isn’t it? I nearly lost my finger to a chainsaw last Thanksgiving, but stop typing? Not on your life. Between the splint and the bandages, it was the size of a bratwurst, but I managed cuz I can’t not write. Now stop that ironing and just chill.
Hi, Lesia! I think your chainsaw massacre wins! I assure you, I did stop ironing, but I’ll never stop typing. I’ve pretty much forgotten how to write in longhand, anyhow.
Mark, I guess I wouldn’t need to iron if I’d put the dried clothes away more quickly. As it is, after the cat has a good nap in the laundry basket, they need the iron.
Wander… you’re right. I keep bumping this thing—or stretching it—and surprise!
Dennie: I’m worried about you and your colds. You need to take mega doses of Vitamin C. Daily! And drink lots of water, too.
Dana, what a loyal friend you are! Thanks for the nomination! Heh! One day I shall repay you. But when?
Squirrel, I’m very sorry about your dad’s hand. I do think accidents are in the air. James Goodman just busted his achilles tendon.
Kristen, I’ve still got my digits; just one is a little lighter than it was this weekend!
Welshcakes: thanks for the good wishes. I tried to talk Hubby into buying a Bamix, but we settled for the Braun. If he’d given in I think I would be missing my finger entirely.
When one has the all-encompassing, deep, universal thought processes we obviously do, a little temporal injury is bound to happen.
Or so I told the doctor who sewed up my arm- the one that I used to attempt to move the spinning, guardless standing fan. I swear the blades were on the other side!
Hope healing happens hastily!
(came from dooce, stayed for the fun!)
I always understood that if you folded clothes neatly, smoothed them gently and then laid them gracefully in a drawer that they magically ironed themselves in the dark. Is that not so, then?
Eeeeooooouuuuwww.
Sympathies me to you. I blenderised my finger some years ago and still bear a two-piece nail on my right index finger as a result.
Groovy bulldog but few can hold up vs Chuck 🙂
krokodile, that’s AWFUL! Isn’t it embarrassing, having to explain how it happened? The nurse just looked at me, like I was lying to her. “Nobody, not even this gal, is THAT dumb.”
Heh, Mark! Perhaps I’m not as gentle, graceful or as smooth as you are. I think you need to do a video, upload it to YouTube, and show me how!
Thanks for stopping by, Frank. It looks like I’m going to keep the nail, although losing it would really add to my current ability to gross out my kids. Talk about a wonderful side benefit!