An emergency

Last evening I accidentally cut my ring finger while preparing dinner (I was about to cook my version of  Spaghetti Bolognese). The knife just slid off the carrot and went straight for my finger (oh, okay. So it doesn't have a life of its own for it to just go after my finger but that's how it looked to me).

The moment I felt the knife on my finger, I immediately yelped and kept on saying "aww! aww! aww!" while putting it under flowing water from the faucet.  Michael, who was in the shower at the time thought that I was just playing with Colin because he didn't hear me panicking.

It was considerably a deep cut and it took a while for the bleeding to stop. When Michael asked me if I wanted to go to a doctor, I thought about it but decided against it because although the cut is deep, I didn't think it would need stitches. I just cleaned the wound and Michael put a disinfectant cream on it and wrapped it with plaster (lovingly I should say).

For me, the highlight of this experience was when Michael told me that what he loves about me is the fact that I did not resort to histrionics when this happened. He said that other women would have already cried and screamed and acted like a drama queen while I was laughing and cracking jokes.  I told him he should have seen me when I chopped (yes, chopped) my fingers (one of them was the same finger I cut yesterday) twenty years ago. I was crying hysterically at that time (it hurt like hell then!) and that laughing about it is how I deal with stress so I laughed.

However, despite the pain and inconvenience of having a wound, I still feel thankful for the following reasons:

1.  a  husband who lovingly looked after my wound, told me to sit and relax and patiently told me to follow his instructions regarding my wound (I wrote patiently because I have tried to disobey most of what he told me to do. When he told me to lie down on the sofa, I moved around the flat trying to put things away. When he told me to keep the cotton pad on my finger, I tried to peek under it to see if my cut was still bleeding. In other words, makulit ako)
2.  a reliable restaurant where we can call our orders and pick our food up within 10 minutes.
3.  our baby behaved throughout the commotion.
4.  Michael and I were still able to laugh through the experience
5.  The cut was not that serious that it would merit going to the Emergency Room for some stitches (I'm afraid of needles).  After all, it did not stop me from fb-ing and telling the world about my stupidity.
6.  We have a first aid kit at home.
7.  Most important of all, the accident did not happen to Colin who was standing beside me while I was chopping the carrots (he loves to watch me cook while pretending to do the cooking). I'd rather see my own blood flow than those of my loved ones.