First, I want to collectively thank everyone who commented on my last post. I know I should take the time to compose individual responses, but I don’t know if there’s anything left to say that hasn’t been said. I feel for each and every one of you who shared your stories, publicly and privately. I pray that we all receive the strength we need to take it one day at a time and to realize that other people’s actions are beyond our control. The optimist in me was horrified but the cynic in me was not at all surprised by just how many people have been affected by addiction. At least we can find comfort in the fact that we aren’t alone.
On to other things, though. I’m pretty excited it’s almost October because I’m so basic white girl when it comes to pumpkin everything, sweater/boot combos, and Halloween activities. Last year we got to take Molly to the pumpkin patch but it was windy and cold and she had no clue what was going on – I’m even more excited this year that she can toddle around and maybe even pick out a pumpkin of her own.
Today at work we had a pumpkin carving photo shoot for our blog and to use as creative for upcoming fall emails and social media posts. One of the big perks was that everyone who participated got a carving knife to keep. I joined in because – YAY, FALL, PUMPKINS! – and also – FREE STUFF! Things were going great until the very end when someone slipped and cut their finger with the very sharp knife. Literally 5 minutes later, it happened again to another person. I was mostly done with my design, internally wondering why people were having such a hard time keeping hold of the very efficient, very handy knives, when… you guessed it… my hand slipped and I cut open my thumb. Cut open my thumb as in, I saw the inside of my thumb. And had to go to the ER.
It’s so funny how I used to be freaked out by the sight of blood and this little episode barely phased me. I think motherhood has made me much less squeamish. And that’s good, because now I’m thinking I could handle it if Molly got hurt – something I was afraid of before. (I mean, I’m still afraid of her getting hurt, but now I know I won’t like pass out if she’s bleeding or something).
It hurt but I’ll survive. I ended up needing 4 stitches – and not counting my c-section (if that counts?), I’ve never had stitches before! That’s a first. The only thing that sucks is that I can’t take any good painkillers. And we all known Tylenol does n-o-t-h-i-n-g.
Oh and thanks to me (and the others too, I suppose), pumpkin carving is now officially banned as a work activity.
Happy almost-October, y’all! Watch out for those carving knives.