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I was tired this Mother’s Day weekend. And when I get tired, I tend to be a hazard in the kitchen. I can be clumsy at the best of times, but make me tired, too, and it can be catastrophic.

This time around, I had freshly sharpened a knife and was slicing oranges. I don’t know what happened, but the knife slipped off the peel and hit my two fingers. I sliced into both of them going through all that flesh on the side and into my finger nail. There was copious amounts of blood.

Mr. Johns stared at me in horror. Just froze and stood there. My ten-year-old son went straight into 911 mode. Last thing I needed was an ambulance, although a stitch or two would have been helpful.

I didn’t want to be driven to an emergency room, either, to compete with heart attacks and people bleeding worse than I was, so I opted for the “bandage it up really tight” option. Mr. Johns finally unfroze and helped me with that.

Then I knocked my hand against something and ended up leaving a puddle of blood, so I figured I needed a little more than that, and bought these lovely thingies:


These work really well! They hold a cut together nicely, and I could feel a real difference with one of these holding together the finger with the worst cut. So this is the second day’s bandaging, and it was much prettier than Day 1, which was quite bloody and gross.


If there was any doubt that the guys should be taking over kitchen duties, chopping my fingers solidified that. It was a very nice Mother’s Day in the Johns home. 🙂 You know, besides the gaping wound. But I felt very loved and cared for.

And I couldn’t have done the dishes if I tried! LOL!