The Margot Tenenbaum Club
Well, yesterday was interesting — interesting but not for the squeamish. So, if you’re squeamish, please visit again tomorrow and by all means don’t keep reading.
What this is is a tale of stupidity. Yesterday, I was using my food processor to shred up some cabbage to make a coleslaw salad. Food processors are usually a safe way to cut things up. Not my food processor. Years ago, the safety features broke and I asked my techy husband to wire it so that I could use it anyway. All this worked fine until I sliced into my index finger yesterday.
No worries, y’all. I’m okay, although I did come very close to fainting 3 times yesterday — and that’s something new for me. It is kind of a funny feeling, though. Also, I think that I might not be wired up normally because, the finger that was injured didn’t hurt much but the neighboring finger that had no injury did. Isn’t that weird?
There are some really cool bandages for fingers now, y’all. Should you ever need them, my Margot finger has prepared a little show for you….
Sorry for the blurriness of the images…my left hand offers y’all its apologies. And I offer my apologies to all southern mothers for this next image of me sans lipstick. I really should know better about the lipstick.
I’m okay. Now if the accident could cure my stupidity problem it would all be worth it. Unfortunately, I don’t think that problem will ever be truly defeated. I am, however, not stupid enough to change the bandage without Jon around in case the wooziness comes back. I suppose that is a step in the right direction.