Showing posts with label accidents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label accidents. Show all posts

Monday, January 21, 2008

Update on Pinky, the finger. . .


Well, Hubby just helped me re-bandage my boo-boo and it looks ickier than I thought. There appears to be a C-shaped cut on the outside of my finger around my first knuckle going up. Oo. Makes me weak thinking about it. Don't know if I should see a doc or not. Probably too late. We're guessing I'll lose that chunk on the outside of my knuckle. Again, Oo. Hubby wanted to use super glue to help seal it so it can heal faster/better. I'm against it seeing as how it's a c-shaped cut. I'd try it on a straight one, but not this baby.

Did I mention I have a small (1/2 inch) straight one just below my top knuckle? Yeah. Seems the rotary cutter skipped in it's glorious trip down my finger. And here I only have 308 more pieces to cut for E's stinkin' quilt. 52 down, 308 to go. . .


I think I'll pass on cutting fabric for now.

I suppose I'll work on sewing Jody's wedding quilt, since it has to be ready in October. :)

Sweet dreams,
Jenny

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Rotary cutter accident. . .

The scene of the crime. . .
I was cutting fabric for E's quilt and accidently (duh!) ran the rotary cutter down the outside of my left pinky finger half an hour ago. It's quit thumping and stinging for the most part, but YOWZA, what a thing to do. And you know, I'm not really looking forward to cutting more fabric for this quilt. lol Hubby called to tell me he saw a bunch of Menonite buggies at a church and wished he had had a camera. Wouldn't that have been a lovelier vision on a Sunday morning?

But Hubby wouldn't have gotten this. . .
I had B bring me the ointment and knee-size bandaid to cover my wound and she immediately sat down and drew this for me. It made me cry even more. Still does. Makes me wonder how much longer I'll have this sweet, thoughtful girl making her Momma pictures for mishaps.
Going to rest my pinky. . . Ever heard that one before? Maybe it will get me out of doing dishes. Need to hide the rubber gloves.
Soon,
Jen