Taking a break 

It’s an ill cook that cannot lick his own finger. Romeo and Juliet 

Hello dear friend 

Forgive me as I take a break from blogging. I did what is possibly the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. I got in a fight with my food processor and it won. I am now without the top of my right middle finger.  In order to heal properly I am forbidden from typing for two weeks.  Thank goodness for my iPad and my left hand or I wouldn’t be able to type this. 

It’s not easy to type one fingered so forgive me if I don’t comment on your blogs. I will be with you in spirit though and will be back as quickly as possible. 

Author: sarij

I'm a writer, lifelong bibliophile ,and researcher. I hold a Bachelors in Humanities & History and a Master's in Humanities. When I'm not reading or talking about Shakespeare or history, you can usually find me in the garden discussing science or politics with my cat.

4 thoughts on “Taking a break ”

  1. Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

    Saw this on Facebook (which is a good thing because I’m behind in reading blogs) and came running over. I am so sorry to hear this. I wish you a speedy recovery!

    Having said that, I have to admit that the gossipy, voyeuristic part of me immediately wondered, “Just how badly did she cut herself? Was there blood and everything?” Sometimes, I’m ashamed of how childish and gross I can be. I guess it’s human nature. No doubt explains my liking “Titus Andronicus.”

    When my mother hurts herself, she always calls herself stupid. I correct her. I tell her, “No, Mom, you weren’t stupid, you were clumsy.” Somehow that doesn’t cheer her up.

    Now, dumb? Let me tell you about dumb. When I was in 8th grade, I accidentally knocked the key to the school’s main computer into a box with live electrical circuits. I had to get it out, and my fingers wouldn’t reach. I looked around for a tool and found a pencil. “Great,” I thought, “Wood doesn’t conduct electricity, and neither does lead. I’ll be safe.” And so I stuck the pencil in, pointed tip forward, to yank out the key by its metal chain.

    You’re probably way ahead of where I was at that time. You know that a pencil “lead” is actually graphite, which is an EXCELLENT conductor. And when I stuck it in there, it hit a live wire.

    The only reason I’m still alive is that the circuit box controlling that wire had those then-new ground fault circuit breakers in it. It tripped in under a second, shutting down power to 1/4 of the school building. This took some explaining on my part.

    Oh, me? My right arm hurt for half an hour afterwards, thanks to the shock I took. Amazingly, I suffered no permanent damage. Well, unless you talk to people who disagree with me politically, who will tell you I’m brain-damaged.

    Get well, Sari. Don’t bother replying to this, I do not want to put you to unnecessary typing. And remember: it’s isopropyl alcohol you apply to wounds, ethyl alcohol you apply to your mouth. 🙂

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    1. You made me both cringe and laugh and so deserves at least a quick reply. How bad was it? I was unaware bone is so white. Electrocution? We bored 60’s generation farm kids would grab the electric fence just to see how far it would fling us. How any of us pre “don’t try this at home” kids are still alive astounds me.

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      1. I missed that opportunity; my home town was in decline as a farming town by the time I grew up, mostly orchards. And you don’t usually use an electric fence to keep in the trees: they’re kind of slow.

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  2. I utterly sympathise, Sari. The number of times I’ve fallen down slippery steps or sawn a thumb instead of a tree branch while knowing that as a music teacher and pianist I needed those precious digits…

    Play safe: order in meals for the next three weeks or if on a special diet make friends with an ex-chef. And swap the food processor for voice recognition software.

    🙂

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