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Thumbs, Concussions And Revenge

Sunday, November 7, 2010

If you ask anyone in my family they’ll tell you I sometimes have “accidents” in the kitchen. I’ve burned my kids, I’ve burned myself, but generally the accidents involve knives and sharp objects. I know, I’ve told you I collect knives, but those are the cool, ninja type knives, ya know, the ones you use to shank an intruder? I digress. I seem to only have problems with sharp items in the kitchen.

Have any of you seen the classic Saturday Night Live skit where Julia Child cuts herself while disarticulating a chicken? That’s the type of knife accident I’m speaking of. Screaming, bloody, flailing about accidents.

Last night I got out the piece of shit food processor I recently purchased. I’ve only used it a few times and so far I’m not impressed. I’ve loudly expressed my opinion within ear shot of said processor. I had some onions to chop, olives to slice and cheese to shred. Doing it by hand was not an option with newly manicured nails.

I cursed at the POS processor as it half-heartedly limped through shredding the cheese.  I then removed the cheese and cleaned the container. I went to turn the blade over. That’s when it happened. That’s when it got even with me for calling it a piece of shit. The slicing blade ran rampant across the knuckle of my left thumb and cut it clean off. Damn it!

I grabbed a paper towel to try to stop the bleeding. It didn’t work. Blood was everywhere. I opened the kitchen cabinet to grab a Bandaid. Oh, now that would be too easy in my house. I mean who in the hell would expect to find a Bandaid in one of the three Bandaid boxes on the shelf? The Bandaids were gone and my lazy, friggin’ kids had neatly put the empty boxes back in the cabinet. BLEEP! BLEEPING  BLEEPER!

Great, freaking great. I was bleeding everywhere and there was no bandage of any kind in the kitchen. Off to my closet I went to get the first aid kit that I have to keep under lock and key for just that reason. The kids around here will put a Bandaid on a freaking freckle.

I wrapped the, now soaked, paper towel a little more tightly around my thumb and reached for the kit. Damn thing fell on my head and nearly knocked me out. I wasn’t only missing a very useful part of an appendage, I also had a goose egg on my perfectly Botoxed forehead.

I picked up the box, got it to the bed and ripped the lid off. I commenced to rummage through the already rummaged through kit. Who in the hell got into my locked room and went through the first aid kit? It looked like a garbage can a raccoon had been ripping through.

There was an instant ice pack, not gonna work. There was benadryl, an epi-pen, a roll of scotch tape (WTH?), some Biofreeze, and a package of Uristat. None of the crap was going to help me and my now gushing thumb. Where in the hell were the freaking Bandaids? My head was beginning to throb and I was seeing stars.

Finally I found a box of the coveted sticky saviors. I opened it with my teeth and it was EMPTY! I was beginning to breathe fire as I threw the useless box on the ground. I searched some more. At the bottom of the kit I saw Bandaids and grabbed them up. Wrappers! Empty wrappers! I was beginning to formulate a plan to go after my apparently evil kids with the slicing blade of the vengeful food processor.

I dug some more. More benadryl, an instant heat pack, a pair of scissors and more empty Bandaid wrappers! What in the hell? Was it a freaking conspiracy? If I didn’t find a Bandaid soon I knew I was going to pass out from blood loss and a concussion, fall to the closet floor and impale myself with a stiletto. I was at death’s door and not a Bandaid in sight, not a bandage of any type could be found.

I was pissed! I threw the damned box on the floor and frantically pawed through the useless mess. Finally I found it! A lone, naked Bandaid half stuck to the side of the Syrup of Ipecac bottle. At that point I wasn’t going to be picky. I was desperate, and woozy, from blood loss. I would have taken the thing had it been stuck to the inside of my son’s shoe.

I tightly wrapped the semi-useful bandage around my then lifeless thumb, secured it with some of the scotch tape, broke open the instant ice pack for my head and begin to plot sweet revenge.


Jennifer Perry November 7, 2010 at 5:22 PM  

Diva, honey, we all need you in one piece. Please be careful!
I now imagine your dream kitchen being like Angelina's in Mr & Mrs Smith.

Rob-bear November 7, 2010 at 5:31 PM  

Condolences on the traumatic amputation, Teri. Nothing like that to ruin a Diva's life. (I understand; I've done this to myself, too, and still have the scar!)

Next time, just dampen a kitchen towel, and wrap it tightly around the area you've cut. Direct pressure will stop the bleeding, if you hold the towel tight enough for long enough. (No; I don't mean a tourniquet — just direct pressure on/around the wound.)

By time the bleeding stops, you'll have been able to search through several first aid kits (yes, you should probably have several, given the nature of your household), and found a proper bandage.

The doctor is in; 5¢ please.

Waning Woman November 7, 2010 at 5:31 PM  

Hahaha....I'm laughing with you. "The kids around here will put a Bandaid on a freaking freckle" That's so true.

JoJo November 7, 2010 at 6:50 PM  

Oh my that's intense. I hope your thumbs okay. Good luck with the revenge plot for your POS food processor!

Dazee Dreamer November 7, 2010 at 7:33 PM  

If you need help on the revenge, give me a call. :)

Daisygirl November 7, 2010 at 8:07 PM  

seriously this is the story of my freakin life....I can never find something when I truly need it! I once cut my thumb cutting a carrot like a dumbass....ya I will never pretend to be a chef again!

Hope your thumb is okay!

SherilinR November 7, 2010 at 8:09 PM  

sounds like someone in your house has a bandaid fetish!
i'm glad you didn't bleed to death.

The Bipolar Diva November 7, 2010 at 8:24 PM  

JP~ that was one cool kitchen!

Rob~ Kitchen towels in my house? They must have been with the bandaids!

Waning~ Why in the heck to kids do that? lol

JoJo~ I could have so used you last night!

Dazee~I'll so do that!


Sherilin~something's certainly up with those kids and bandaids!

Rob-bear November 7, 2010 at 8:48 PM  


Forget the bit about kitchen towels. You're a Diva; I should have known better.

Silly ol' Bear.

Diva (in Demand) November 7, 2010 at 8:54 PM  

Diva.....all that from a food processor? Really? LOLOLOLOL You've just inspired Monday's post! LOL

Cheryl D. November 7, 2010 at 8:57 PM  

How awful! I hope you're okay!

Debbie November 8, 2010 at 4:05 AM  

OUCH!!!!!!!! You did make the story entertaining however! BUT OUCH!! Hope you are ok!

watches, gemstones, and jewelry November 8, 2010 at 5:55 AM  

must be unforget moment in your live. Please be careful.

Christy November 8, 2010 at 10:08 AM  

First of all, I understand. With kids in the house nothing is where it's supposed to be and it may be empty because no one can tell you it needs to be replaced. I'm sorry it happened to you.

But I can't wait to read the post about the revenge.

Unknown November 8, 2010 at 1:06 PM  

I feel your pain. Once I was fumbling with a container of bandaids while dripping blood and the plastic lid sliced another cut in my finger. Can you sue for that?

Classic NYer November 8, 2010 at 1:26 PM  

But I can't wait to read the post about the revenge.

... and I wholeheartedly second!

Monkey Man November 8, 2010 at 3:19 PM  

How about duct tape and a sanitary napkin. C'mon, girl....get creative. Even I could figure out that those thing can stop bleeding, er, I mean, flow and you most certainly know where those are kept. Or do the kids use those up too?

The Bipolar Diva November 8, 2010 at 4:24 PM  

Oh Monkey Man, great idea. But, see, I've had a hysterectomy. I burned all that stuff! LOL!

Mimi November 8, 2010 at 5:17 PM  

Thank goodness you found something!

Great piece of writing.

Hugs & love,

Pat November 8, 2010 at 6:59 PM  

Yowser! Talk about a bad day!

Classic NYer November 9, 2010 at 10:01 AM  

But, see, I've had a hysterectomy. I burned all that stuff! LOL!

Lucky devil...

Babes Mami November 9, 2010 at 3:29 PM  

It's a shame that you hurt yourself! Kill the children! On the plus side...I had no idea I could shred cheese with my food processor!

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