Cooking Anxiety

5 May

So last night I was eager to try my new “Thai Coconut Curry Shrimp” recipe that I recently found, here. I headed to the store after my body pump class and picked up the necessary ingredients including a bottle of fish sauce.  I was a bit weary of using fish sauce because I’ve heard how bad the smell is, but I decided to pick up a bottle anyway so I could follow the recipe to the “t.” Anyway, I raced home, deveined the shrimp (the only bags available were with the WHOLE shrimp, eyes and all, so deveining took about 30 minutes) and I started chopping the necessary vegetables. I had just poured in the coconut milk and was getting ready to put in the fish sauce. I reached for the bottle and realized there was a seal on the top of the bottle that wouldn’t budge. I picked up the knife (which we JUST bought at IKEA and is super-duper sharp) and tried to cut off the lid. Bad idea. The knife slipped right off the lid and straight into the top of my left wrist. I immediately ran it under water and grabbed some toilet paper to cover it. Realizing the toilet paper was going to do it justice, I grabbed a (clean) kitchen towel, wrapped my wrist and put pressure on it so I could call Joachim. Mind you, I was home alone at the time. Joachim, who was at work, can’t usually answer his phone on the job because he is busy answering phones for his company, so I didn’t reach him on the first try. Knowing my cut was pretty darn deep; I ran out of our apartment and knocked on our neighbor’s door. The old lady answered and I immediately asked if she spoke English. She said she did so I managed to tell her what I had done but she was a bit confused about where I lived, exactly. I tried to convince her that I was her new neighbor, but that was beside the point. I told her what I had done and asked what I should do, and she responded, “I don’t know, go downstairs”! At this point, I was getting a bit nervous about my hand falling off that I decided to call Joachim one more time. Luckily, this time he answered, I told him what happened and he rushed home from work to take me to the hospital.

This might be a bit graphic but when I uncovered my wrist to show him the damage I saw what looked like a piece of green onion stuck in my cut. When I tried to wash it away, I realized that wasn’t a green onion…it was one of my veins popping out! Omg. That was the last time I looked at the cut.

Anyway, we arrived at the hospital and got pretty speedy service upon arrival. The nurse was really nice and cleaned my cut and gave me some pain medicine while I waited for the doctor, who had been just called to another part of the hospital for an emergency. After about 15 minutes, the doctor came in and introduced himself. He did some quick finger tests to make sure that I still had feeling in my pointer finger and thumb because he said he could see my tendons. Luckily, the tendons were still in tact so he went on and gave me 5 stitches and sent me on my way.

the damage

Another side note, the doctor asked me where I was from and I responded “the United States.” Before I moved here, when I would travel I figured it was obvious that I was from the U.S. so I when people asked me where I was from, I would say Colorado. But, once I moved here and responded with “Colorado,” people were dumbfounded about where in the hell that was, so I resort to sticking with the U.S. ANYWAY! After I said the U.S. he kind of gave me this look like “OBVIOUSLY” and I went on to tell him that I was from the big CO. Come to find out, he’s been to Colorado about 10 times and has been hiking/camping in Estes Park every time. While he was stitching me up we talked about the Rocky Mountain National Park and about how he wanted to live in Boulder once he retires. I was in and out of the hospital within an hour and managed to have a pretty good experience for the circumstances.

All in all, I’m feeling fine today. My left hand is a bit sore just because of where the stitches are placed. I can get my stitches out in 10-12 days and I should be as good as new. I am actually starting to feel a bit scared to pick up that knife again, but I know that I just need to take things more slowly and be a bit more careful.

Feeling good!

That’s all for now. Be safe in the kitchen…especially with big knives. And, Happy Cinco de Mayo!



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