Well friends, it seems there are perils to making cookies!!! I started the evening making a batch of white chocolate macadamias for my Xmas party tomorrow and I finished w/ a three-hour stint in the ER. 
I began by having to go back and forth to the store based on the assumption that I had a stocked baking cabinet...not so. Wanted to buy some of those Ziploc containers to pack everything up in, found out I had enough butter for one batch, not two, etc. Three trips in total... Got home, unpacked, turned on NPR & The Nutcracker along with it and got to work. I combined, creamed, measured, set about folding in chocolate.
The recipe called for "roughly chopped nuts" & they come halved. So, I busted out w/ my favorite chef's knife, sharpened it and set up my little nut-choppin' station. Made it through 4 out of the 12oz. & thought how inefficient this was and why didn't i have one of those handy little gadget mini-choppers. And...*phffft*. A quarter of my left index fingertip and nail is flapping around!
So, I performed all of the first aid that I've had drilled into me at my agency - elevating injury over heart, pressure like no tomorrow, popping advil, etc.
So, got driven to the ER and by this time, the finger wasn't what was hurting me. It was my recently inflamed tendonitis right arm having squeezed for more than an hour - I usually still can't play guitar for more than half that without problems. I got shuffled around, received the usual tetanus booster & the diagnosis... They wouldn't have to remove my entire nail to give stitches. The doc instead used this synthetic skin material to bond, dry & heal my pointer. I got extras to redress and go back on Monday to have the wound re-checked.
And to leave on a happy note... In fucking myself up, I can call out of my 13-hour shift on Sunday and thus have a four-day weekend! And, I have an apartment viewing Monday morning so, that's fantastic in my book, as well...
I began by having to go back and forth to the store based on the assumption that I had a stocked baking cabinet...not so. Wanted to buy some of those Ziploc containers to pack everything up in, found out I had enough butter for one batch, not two, etc. Three trips in total... Got home, unpacked, turned on NPR & The Nutcracker along with it and got to work. I combined, creamed, measured, set about folding in chocolate.
The recipe called for "roughly chopped nuts" & they come halved. So, I busted out w/ my favorite chef's knife, sharpened it and set up my little nut-choppin' station. Made it through 4 out of the 12oz. & thought how inefficient this was and why didn't i have one of those handy little gadget mini-choppers. And...*phffft*. A quarter of my left index fingertip and nail is flapping around!
So, I performed all of the first aid that I've had drilled into me at my agency - elevating injury over heart, pressure like no tomorrow, popping advil, etc.
So, got driven to the ER and by this time, the finger wasn't what was hurting me. It was my recently inflamed tendonitis right arm having squeezed for more than an hour - I usually still can't play guitar for more than half that without problems. I got shuffled around, received the usual tetanus booster & the diagnosis... They wouldn't have to remove my entire nail to give stitches. The doc instead used this synthetic skin material to bond, dry & heal my pointer. I got extras to redress and go back on Monday to have the wound re-checked.
And to leave on a happy note... In fucking myself up, I can call out of my 13-hour shift on Sunday and thus have a four-day weekend!
And, I have an apartment viewing Monday morning so, that's fantastic in my book, as well...VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
alienprincess:
why you do that?
alienprincess:
why are you crying about blanket theft when I've worked out a perfectly good system for dealing with this: boy gets his own blanket. and I think if we had an electric matress pad we would need two twin ones because you would always want yours off and me on all the way, mister hotter than the sun, radient energy.