Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Spaz



Okay, I'm a wuss. I was making Brazilian lemonade and I slipped when cutting the limes and cut my fingers. I freaked out because I didn't know how bad I cut them. I put it under water right away and I told Ethan to come look to see how bad I cut them because it really hurt. If you know Ethan, he is more squeemish than anyone so he wouldn't come near me. I had to lay on the couch with my feet up because I was turning really pale, still not knowing how bad I cut them. Ethan finally got some courage to put bandaids on for me. (Which I absolutely HATE!) Turns out, I didn't cut my fingers off, just two little cuts. Ethan tried to get a picture of my pale face, guess it didn't turn up very well in the picture, he finished the drink and the sugar helped bring a little color back to my face. (I still had the dark circles around my eyes though.) I hadn't done this since before my needle therapy. Ugh!
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4 comments:

Kelly said...

Sorry to hear about your accident. Glad you're ok. Does this mean you're not ever going to make Brazilian lemonade again? I don't know how Ethan ever thought he was going to go into medicine!

The Bluths said...

I still am going to make the Limeade (we call it that). It's our favorite and easy.

Amie said...

First of all, whoa, that must've been scary, the not knowing! Second of all, what is needle therapy?

The Bluths said...

I used to have a big problem with needles and when I was in college my psych teacher recommended that I go to the counseling center and get it taken care of. It really worked and now I am fine around needles, as fine as you can get. I don't freak out anymore. But getting my fingers cut was also a big deal for me.