I'm just glad the Christmas season is over and the last of the family has gone back home. I don't think my first aid supplies would have held out longer.
Why is it that when you tell someone to be carefull with a knife as it's very sharp, they don't believe you?
Christmas morning my son was cutting some green peppers to go in the omlets we were making. He was using my Forcshner chefs knife. He grew up in this house, HAS HE FORGOTTEN? He ended up with a very deep cut in the left thumb, there was four stiches.
The day after Christmas I went out and got a bunch of bagels for everyone. There goes brother in law Rodger with my Forcshner bread knife sawing away at a bagel, right through the bagel and into the palm of his left hand. Back down to the ER. One of the same nurses recogizes us, gets a funny look. Rodger gets seven stiches.
Okay, everyone is gone, Karen and I are going to have a nice QUIET dinner by ourselves. I'm pushing some onions and peppers around in the pan while Karen is trimming some green beans with a Forcshner paring knife. I hear a yelp, and I turn around and Karen is holding her hand over the sink not looking, and she says to me "How bad did I get it?"
She's got a good cut right across the pad of the left thumb. Damm good thing all these people are right handed! I look at her thumb, and I'm torn. Its deep, maybe in need of stiches, maybe not. KaaTee does not want to go to the ER. I use the last of my butterfly's and some guaze. Today it looked pretty good, shes going to be okay. It was a very clean cut.
BUT!
All these people either grew up in this home, have been maried to me forever, or have been guests here a million times. I have to wonder;
WTF is going through thier minds when they are using what they know is a sharp knife? ESSPECIALLY my own offspring and wife.
I am off to buy more butterflys and guaze.
I'm glad Christmas is over.
Why is it that when you tell someone to be carefull with a knife as it's very sharp, they don't believe you?
Christmas morning my son was cutting some green peppers to go in the omlets we were making. He was using my Forcshner chefs knife. He grew up in this house, HAS HE FORGOTTEN? He ended up with a very deep cut in the left thumb, there was four stiches.
The day after Christmas I went out and got a bunch of bagels for everyone. There goes brother in law Rodger with my Forcshner bread knife sawing away at a bagel, right through the bagel and into the palm of his left hand. Back down to the ER. One of the same nurses recogizes us, gets a funny look. Rodger gets seven stiches.
Okay, everyone is gone, Karen and I are going to have a nice QUIET dinner by ourselves. I'm pushing some onions and peppers around in the pan while Karen is trimming some green beans with a Forcshner paring knife. I hear a yelp, and I turn around and Karen is holding her hand over the sink not looking, and she says to me "How bad did I get it?"
She's got a good cut right across the pad of the left thumb. Damm good thing all these people are right handed! I look at her thumb, and I'm torn. Its deep, maybe in need of stiches, maybe not. KaaTee does not want to go to the ER. I use the last of my butterfly's and some guaze. Today it looked pretty good, shes going to be okay. It was a very clean cut.
BUT!
All these people either grew up in this home, have been maried to me forever, or have been guests here a million times. I have to wonder;
WTF is going through thier minds when they are using what they know is a sharp knife? ESSPECIALLY my own offspring and wife.
I am off to buy more butterflys and guaze.
I'm glad Christmas is over.
