Ruprecht! Don't take the cork off the fork!
My conversation with the receptionist at the after hours clinic last night at 6:45pm:
After looking at my finger and grimacing, she asks: How long has it been since your last tetanus shot?
Me: Oh, a few months ago when I came in to get my other finger stitched up from losing a fight with the toilet. Yeah. I'm covered.
Tonight I am feeling a close kinship to Ruprecht. I, too, should have kept a cork on the end of the knife I was using to de-pit an avocado while lovingly preparing the yummy black bean/red pepper avocado quesadillas for dinner. I held the halved avocado in my hand, and (I think my blood sugar was running low, because, really, this is not the smartest thing I have ever done) with my large paring knife drove the tip of the knife right through the skin of the fruit and jabbed it straight into my finger. It was supposed to go into the pit and pop out, but instead it slipped on the pit and I de-fleshed myself, right there in the kitchen.
Because it may have nicked a tendon, I am now beautifully ordained with this lovely "head gear" looking brace on my hand for the next 2 weeks. Oh, for the love!!
I know. I know. I should have ordered out. I agree. Cooking is much too dangerous. I'll remember that next time!
Now for some enjoyment, enjoy a little Dirty Rotten Scoundrels on me.
Oklahoma! Oklahoma! Oklahoma!