D is for Damaged

          I am writing about damages today. I have recently accepted that I WILL be getting hurt while cooking in the kitchen. Yesterday while cooking breakfast I slammed my hand into the side of a hot pan. I got second degree burns on my thumb and pointer finger. It made me realize that I will aquire many more injuries as I continue my cooking career. I have hurt myself countless other times in the kitchen, but these burns made me think. Mostly because I knew that I would be cooking a lot today and tomorrow since it is Easter time. I knew that it would be hard for me to move and efficiently use my hand (I burnt my dominant right hand) to prepare food.

This is a picture of my thumb that I took today.
I took the picture today because yesterday it was
really swollen and red and I DID NOT want to look at it.
So I saved your eyes and mine by posting
this less offensive picture today.

          Another example of a memorable time when I hurt myself in the kitchen would be when I was about 10 years old. I was cutting an apple using an apple chopper. One of the apple slices did not come out of the blade. So the genius thing that I did was stick my finger inside it and push the apple through. Well, my great idea was a bit too successful. The apple slicer took a deep, triangle shaped chunk of flesh out of my thumb. Yup, that is a typical move that I would make. My mother was in the other room at the time, and I was very happy about that. She literally faints at the sight of blood so I just slapped a band-aid on it and hoped for the best. But that only worked for about ten seconds. That is when I knew that I had to tell my mom. I told her very calmly not to worry. But when she came into the kitchen and saw a paper towel saturated with her daughter's blood that was it. She started to flip out. Before I knew it, my hand was being shoved in the sink and water was rushing over the hole that was in my hand. Then I became all bandaged up with gause pads and then paper towels wrapped around that. Since I refused to go get stitches, my mom had me hold a bunch of paper towels around my hand. It took a whole 15 minutes before the bleeding stopped. My house looked like a murder sceen. That was definitely one of the more memorable kitchen accidents.

Eww... the dreadful apple slicer. Which I
rarely use, even to this day.

          So now that I have shared a couple of my kitchen damages, I want to know your kitchen nightmares.