It Was My Own Darn Fault...

 This "club" on the end of my ring finger looks worse than it really is.

Let me tell you what happened. It was all my own darn fault.

   I got these scraps at last month's guild meeting and I decided to cut them to make 

another Headstart quilt. I used my triangle ruler to first make sure that the long line 

was straight. Then, I cut one triangle, a square (using my small square ruler at the top 

of the picture) and finally the second triangle. I figured to add the same elements in a 

coordinating fabric to assemble into a cute, little quilt for one of the boys or girl.

The telephone rang and I started a conversation with one of my favorite people. My Aunt

and I were having a lovely chat, so I thought I'd just cut a few more blocks before getting 

ready to go to my monthly guild meeting. I lined up my ruler to cut that long line. I held

my ruler steady and ran the rotary cutter up the line...right.across.the.tip.of.my.finger.

It wasn't much. I only skinned about a silly millimeter off the end. I knew right away, 

and stuck my finger in my mouth. I told Auntie I had to run because I cut my finger. I 

went to the kitchen, tried to run water over it, but sweet mother, did it hurt! I grabbed 

a paper towel, pressed it on the wound, grabbed my purse and kenneled Tag. I was 

heading to the emergency room.  Just as I was walking out of the house, the phone 

rang. It was Handsome. I told him where I was going and he said he'd meet me there. 

I drove into town - holding my injured hand up - and was in an ER room in no time.

I was right. They couldn't do stitches. Instead, they have this material soaked in a

coagulant that sticks to the skin and stops the bleeding. It will eventually dissolve

as my finger heals. The stuff stings, so I got a really nice "relaxer" shot to ease the

pain. Three hours later, I was bandaged and riding home with my sweet husband.

I tried to negotiate going to the guild meeting but that shot killed those plans, too.

After he tucked me into bed, he and our neighbor went back to the ER to pick 

up my vehicle. I slept away the night - and part of the morning - and awakened 

feeling much better. Only thing is that this finger is really interesting to Taggart, 

who wants to try to chew on it. Also, it's annoyingly kind of in the way...on my 

writing hand. I guess I should consider myself lucky I didn't do more damage, but 

I'm most upset that I'm not wearing my wedding rings for the first time in almost 

thirty years. The nurse made me take them off in case my finger swelled up. I'm 

going to be "bare-fingered" until the bandage comes off in a couple of days in 

favor of a smaller one. Lesson learned. FOCUS when rotary cutting!

Don't worry. I'll soon be good as new and it doesn't hurt now while I grow new skin. 

Yup. It was my own darn fault.