Today was a rough day.
It started out great, I woke up before my alarm and had time to make a leisurely breakfast, take a shower, and otherwise enjoy the morning. I figured I would clean up a little so I washed the dishes. I just got a new chef’s knife this weekend (since my starter set had seen much better days) and I decided to dry it off, and you can see where this is going…the long and the short of it is that I sliced my thumb open through the towel.
Side note: This is the knife that I picked out with my mom, who then said to me, “This is a very sharp knife so you need to promise me you’ll be very careful.” Oops. Sorry Mom!
Pretty much as soon as it happened I just knew I would need stitches. I fussed around for a few minutes to try to get it to stop bleeding, and I realized that I wasn’t feeling so good so I had better get myself to the urgent care place before I fainted. (Yes, this was my actual train of thought today.) I somehow drove myself 10 minutes to a walk-in clinic one-handed and in just over an hour I walked out with a few stitches and a bag of Cheez Its.
I got myself home and because I am so lucky to work in such an amazing office that knows life happens, I rested for a bit before going into work. I was EXHAUSTED and I have been all day. While I made an appearance at the office for a short time, I quickly realized I needed to come home and rest…which I did. I have spent the majority of the last 12 hours on the couch, and I’m still physically exhausted.
I’m not going to lie, the worst part about this whole day was handling it all by myself. My strongest motivator for going to the walk-in clinic was a fear of passing out at home, alone. Shots and stitches don’t scare me, but the thought of having to deal with them myself do. I’m so lucky to have incredible friends and coworkers who were ready to drop everything and come help me, but honestly in that moment, everything happened so fast that I needed to take care of myself. Nothing makes you feel more like both an adult and a little kid like getting hurt or getting sick and needing to deal with it on your own.
Today I took my own advice and was gentle with myself. I still don’t feel great, and I have a feeling I need all the sleep I can get tonight. But tomorrow is a new day, so I’ll get up and try again tomorrow. This time I’ll stay away from my new knife, though.