… now let’s talk about my paper cut.
Friday the 13th was not just bad luck for my sister and the 5000 others who were evacuated from their houses to escape a raging wildfire. It was also a day of calamity for me. I got a paper cut under the fingernail on my left index finger.
I don’t know how it happened but I realized I had a paper cut while cutting up citrus fruit to make a salade de fruits.
A short lesson in chemistry: Citrus acid + paper cut = foul-mouthed typist.
I believe I’ve done the right thing by remaining stoic and silent throughout the fire crisis. It just wouldn’t have been right to complain about a paper cut while devastation stalked those close to me.
But the fire is out now, and my sister and family are back home and getting on with their lives. And we are happy about that.
Meanwhile, my paper cut rages on. Without sympathy.
I think I’ve earned the right to some complaining and sympathy. So with no further adieu.
Typing has been a trial. It has been an exercise in selfless determination to get these words out to you on this blog. But I’ve done this for you, my friends. Through the pain of the paper cut.
My sense of duty knows no bounds. Yes, acid rushes into my paper cut when I cut up fruit for smoothies each morning, but I soldier on for the sake of the children. I put their health above my paper cut. And at night, I grimace again as I cut up fruit for their bedtime fruit-plates. Such is my devotion.
So please everyone, spare a thought for a stricken typist. Send a message of best wishes as you did for my poor dear sister ( who BTW is safe and fine now so you can stop sending messages wishing her well!)
My papercut and I will be eternally grateful for just a small pebble of your attention and/or sympathy.
Thank you in advance.
Dear God, such a selfless act!! You must have a hard time moving around the house with that cross attached to your back! Always thinking of others Dear sister!!
Thanks for the thoughts….I’ll send them back your way to help you through your crisis in this time of need!
Two words - Liquid Bandage
Hey linked in mineville sis, thanks for all the material for my blog this week, eh?
h n P, two words: thank you
There’s a link on my blogroll to a guy named Hot Lemon. I suggest you don’t click that one until your cut heals. But, he’s a good writer. Check him out later.
I just want you all to know that despite the near fatal wound, and the accompanying psychological trauma, GT has risen like a Phoenix from the ashes of this fiery weekend in HRM. It is truly inspiring to spend time in the presence of suck stoicism, pluck, courage … I’m sorry I am getting all emotional …..
You are a stalwart soul.
Did you ever see the pictures of my thumb the time I closed the dishwasher door on the nail? I have all kinds of sympathy for those suffering the heartbreak of digit injuries.
PAtrick, Hot Lemon, you cruel cruel man!
Tonardo, thank you, from the bottom of my heart
Barbara, I’m thinking I did see than and if I didn’t I’m grimacing at the thought. We are united in digit indignities.
I’m tearing up over the pain you suffered to entertain us with your lovely (but no doubt bloody) words.
A paper cut? Really?
I once managed to shoot a staple under my nail and then get a paper cut on that same finger as I yanked it away in pain.
Top THAT!
I had bad gas yesterday. Bad being synonymous with ‘lots of’. No sympathy here either…go figure.
I think we should start a fund for your sister…and your finger…and my a**.
That’s what you get for serving all that healthy stuff — chips don’t give you paper cuts
Beth, the things I do for you…
A. Welcome to GT
This reminds me of the Four Men From Yorkshire sketch in Monty Python, and no I can’t top that.
Dick, no sympathy for bad gas I’m afraid, or expensive gas. Hmmm maybe you should think about self-producing bio-fuels…
YAM, lesson learned, from now on they eat cheese burgers and fries for bedtime snacks
Can I kiss it and make it better?…
…What do you mean, “get away cretin?” Jeez…
Dick, I sympathize with you. Bad gas can be quite debilitating. No one understands us Gassers…