It's been an exciting week, punctated by.. well, just punctured, really.
Yesterday I stabbed myself in the hand with a kitchen knife while trying to de-seed an avocado. It was quite dramatic.
It was the last day of our church staff planning time, and we were just setting up the lunch food. I decided it'd make sense to hold the avocado in my hand while stabbing the seed, and happened to miss the seed and instead go through the avodado and into my hand. Fun times!
Thankfully, it was just a small puncture, and really didn't bleed much. But I started feeling quite faint and nauseous, and was told to lie on the kitchen floor by my trusty colleagues, before being taken to a local medical centre.
The Dr decided no tendons had been touched (phew!!), and that i'd need one stitch. I didn't realise that one stitch required 3 injections of anaesthetic into the wound. Oh yes. I just turned and looked at the wall, wincing.
Then, if three needles weren't enough, I was given a tetanus injection just incase.
My finger's now bandaged up and I can't get it wet for a little while. So this morning I had a shower with a zip lock bag over my hand. That made washing my hair a little bit of a challenge. But it's been kind of amusing noticing how useful a functional hand is.
PS. Incase you were wondering, the avocado was eaten by Matt W during my absence. Also, in case you were wondering, I did manage to text my mum from the drs operating table, while the anaesthetic was left to work.
So yeah, that's the end of my exciting story.