Tuesday morning, I thought I'd be the dutiful little wifey and help my husband out with some yard work. I'm not big on yard work, but I can handle a some trimming of the bushes....especially with our electric hedge trimmer. I've always been pretty cautious with the trimmers. Heaven only knows what damage you can do with those things.
However, that morning I ended up gaining a little of my own knowledge when I grabbed the whirring blades instead of the handle. My first thought was that I lost a fingertip or two. After the initial shock subsided, I grabbed my hand and ran into the house yelling for Taylor. Gratefully, he hadn't left for work yet so he was able to help me get this hamburger mess still called a finger steri-stripped back together. I've am a self-proclaimed klutz, so I'm very familiar with what to do when you pop open some skin. However, this was a little more than popping open some skin, so I wasn't quite sure what to do. I went to ask a friend's husband who works for the fire department if I needed stitches, but I really ended up waiting too long for that. I think I handled (no pun intended) the situation the best way I could. I'm just SO grateful this is on my left hand, it only hit two fingers, and they are relatively still in one piece.
I think I'm done with the hedge trimmers for good. I'll stick to the dishes.