Ouch

I sliced my thumb while preparing my dinner. I refuse to elaborate on the exact cause of the wound, as anything I say may be used to convict me on grounds of stupidity. Of course, since I already admitted I did it to myself- no one jumped out at me with a knife- stupidity is the only possible conclusion anyway, but still...

It was pretty gory. A very small area on the surface, but definitely deeper than I would generally prefer.

brief interesting aside: I've noticed that injuries up to a certain level cause me to cuss, but once they pass that level I generally just say 'yow!' (rhymes with 'cow'), accompanied by a sharp intake of breath. I'd be interested to know exactly where the threshold is, but I don't care to experiment.

I ran some water over my thumb and was surprised and impressed by the volume and rapidity of blood loss. Then I went to the bathroom sink, under which I keep some bandages. I ran some more water on it, examined it again, ran some more water, examined it again, and kept repeating the process until I realized I just kept bleeding everywhere.

I suspected I might need more than a tiny bandage, so I went in search of my first aid kit. I believed it to be located on a bookshelf near the kitchen. It was, and I found it after shuffling some things around.

So I returned to the bathroom, first aid kit in hand. I fumbled around with it a little trying to open the two thumb latches with one thumb and one pinkie (awkward), rooted around and finally found some gauze and some sterile wipes.

Then I cleaned the thumb a little better and wrapped a little gauze around it. Then a couple of bandages to hold the gauze in place. Actually, the first two bandages I grabbed had to be thrown out, because I got so much blood on them before I even opened them that the little wrappers got soggy and I couldn't open them. But I eventually managed to extract two intact. Finally, my thumb was adequately dressed and all was quiet.
Then I looked around and realized there was blood in the sink, on the counter, in the bathtub, on a towel, soaking a washcloth, on the floor, and on the carpet. Following the blood trail backwards, I found blood drops on and around the bookshelf, the kitchen floor, the kitchen counter, and all the dirty dishes in the sink.
But the Italian sausage I was browning was okay, because during my first return in search of the first aid kit I remembered to turn the heat down.

And my minestroni was delicious!