Rabbit Rabbit Slice and Dice
May. 1st, 2010 04:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whiski_sourCarrie's been working very hard this week redecorating her room. I'll give her credit. She decided what she wanted to do and damn straight she's done it and done most of it on her own. Busted her ass, too.
I've helped her out a little bit (I painted a couple of tables for her and helped her move her bed a couple of times), but I figured the least I could do was take over her chore of doing the dishes so she could get more done. Last night, Carrie was trying to finish up all of the painting and she wasn't going to stop until she got the room done, so I washed the dishes again.
Now, the water is shallow and despite the soap, I can see the stuff in the water and I can see my favorite chopping knife in there. I've never cut myself washing dishes before (that I can remember, anyway) and I'm not worried about it now because I can see where the knife is. I reach in to get the spatula and I swear the knife slid over and cut me on purpose. I know the water can distort perception, but not that much. It's like it knew. It's like it laid there on the bottom and said, "Okay, tonight, she bleeds."
And boy did I, but thankfully, not for very long. Upon inspection this morning, it looks nasty and it bled a little more in my sleep, but it looks like it'll heal okay, though I might end up with a scar. That'll make two unintentional, self-inflicted knife wound scars on my fingers.
Carrie's finishing up her room today. I helped her carry two shelving units in their boxes up the stairs. Now, there are several people who can attest to the craziness of my stairs. They are not normal stairs, so carrying things up them can be harrowing indeed. Carrie and I managed, however, to do it without serious injury. I admit, I did smash two of my fingers a little, but not the finger that I cut last night, bashed my knee on the step, nearly lost my balance and fell backward, and I don't think any of this helped Carrie's aching back and we might have added to the awesome bruise collection she's got going on her legs, but there were no tears or hospital trips, so I'm calling it a win.
Her room is going to look awesome when she gets it all put together. I hope she's proud of herself because I know I am.
I've helped her out a little bit (I painted a couple of tables for her and helped her move her bed a couple of times), but I figured the least I could do was take over her chore of doing the dishes so she could get more done. Last night, Carrie was trying to finish up all of the painting and she wasn't going to stop until she got the room done, so I washed the dishes again.
Now, the water is shallow and despite the soap, I can see the stuff in the water and I can see my favorite chopping knife in there. I've never cut myself washing dishes before (that I can remember, anyway) and I'm not worried about it now because I can see where the knife is. I reach in to get the spatula and I swear the knife slid over and cut me on purpose. I know the water can distort perception, but not that much. It's like it knew. It's like it laid there on the bottom and said, "Okay, tonight, she bleeds."
And boy did I, but thankfully, not for very long. Upon inspection this morning, it looks nasty and it bled a little more in my sleep, but it looks like it'll heal okay, though I might end up with a scar. That'll make two unintentional, self-inflicted knife wound scars on my fingers.
Carrie's finishing up her room today. I helped her carry two shelving units in their boxes up the stairs. Now, there are several people who can attest to the craziness of my stairs. They are not normal stairs, so carrying things up them can be harrowing indeed. Carrie and I managed, however, to do it without serious injury. I admit, I did smash two of my fingers a little, but not the finger that I cut last night, bashed my knee on the step, nearly lost my balance and fell backward, and I don't think any of this helped Carrie's aching back and we might have added to the awesome bruise collection she's got going on her legs, but there were no tears or hospital trips, so I'm calling it a win.
Her room is going to look awesome when she gets it all put together. I hope she's proud of herself because I know I am.
