Tuesday, March 30, 2010
I'm a wimp
Oh yeah, I'm a wimp big time. I cut myself with the bread knife last night. I couldn't look at it. I couldn't think about it. I was worried that I would need stitches. Thank heavens for my firefighter (and former EMT) husband. He took care of bandaging my wound. I was getting queasy and had to sit and put my head down, fearing I would pass out. Boomer took care of me too, coming to sit with me and stand protectively over me. This morning, he rebandaged it - and I had to squat down at one point because I started feeling woozy again. I am such a wimp.