The Halls

One this I failed to mention about the weekend was that I was preparing some nacho cheese dip for the poker tournament, which entailed me chopping up a bunch of hot peppers in the hand chopper I use.

However, the fumes that emminate from the hot peppers are too much for everyone else, so I've taken to loading up the chopper, and then taking it out to the garage so no fumes in the house. So as I was picking it up, it slipped out of my hand, and started tumbing to the ground, where my first instinct was to catch it.
Bad instinct.
I was trying to catch it by pressing it against the counter with my hand. Of course the protective cover fell off first, and as it fell it rotated such that the blades were facing away from the counter.
So I slammed the palm of my hand right on the blades.
Nice. I instantly relized something bad had happened. But when I checked my hand, there wasn't much blood, but I knew it was deep.
It turned out not to be a big deal, I put pressure on it, and it stopped after a short time. But for the first time in my life, I was getting faint from an accident like that. I have never been woozy from blood, I've seen all kinds of blood, and probably my own more than anyone's, so I couldn't understand it, but I had to go lay down. I guess I'm turning into a big pansy as I get older.

I only mention all this because the cut was small, but quite deep, and still is. It's so deep that it's really not healing. SO today I bought some liquid bandage, and hope to seal it up that way. Otherwise, it hasn't been healing, and it's just as deep as friday nite. It's so deep, it opens like a mouth when I move my hand right. I'm my own puppet.