The title of this post pretty much sums up my Saturday. Darren took the lad out for a stroll around the neighborhood and while he was gone I did laundry, made the beds, cleaned the bathroom, and washed the dishes. (The dishwasher is currently leaking so I've been hand washing the dishes. Bleh.) I was cleaning the last item, the bottom part of a large glass cake stand, when the stand slipped out of my hands, hit the sink, smashed into bits, and a couple of shards flew through the air where they cut into the fleshy fleshiness of my arm. It took around four hours at the E.R. but I was seen and treated and am now sporting three stitches.
Saturday, August 10, 2013
One broken cake plate and three stitches in my arm
The title of this post pretty much sums up my Saturday. Darren took the lad out for a stroll around the neighborhood and while he was gone I did laundry, made the beds, cleaned the bathroom, and washed the dishes. (The dishwasher is currently leaking so I've been hand washing the dishes. Bleh.) I was cleaning the last item, the bottom part of a large glass cake stand, when the stand slipped out of my hands, hit the sink, smashed into bits, and a couple of shards flew through the air where they cut into the fleshy fleshiness of my arm. It took around four hours at the E.R. but I was seen and treated and am now sporting three stitches.
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3 comments:
Yeoch!!!!! Now, when do you get to go shopping for a new cake plate?
Holy shit! I just read this. Four hours seems like an eternity when you're waiting for something like that to get fixed, I'm sure. Glad all is well now. This will teach you: always buy from Piece of Cake. :)
Glad the fleshy fleshiness is okay!
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