So Monday afternoon I was over at my sister's home trying to make some guacamole to go along with our lunch. Well I couldn't find the small perry knife I usually use for this trick and ended up using a very sharp cutco knife (the long,thin serrated knife in the photo below is the type of knife I was using).
And before I continue my story I'd like to know who hasn't tried getting an avocado pit out by using the tip of a sharp knife? Yes it's not safe but it sure works, in fact the cutco knives work so well that they go straight through the pit, the peel and into the poor unsuspecting hand. Now let me clarify that I was not holding the avocado in my hand but merely trying to steady it on the counter, but those pits are slippery little devils and now I have four stitches in my left hand, a middle finger that is partially numb, and a date set for surgery in hopes that the physicians can re-attach a nerve that they suspect I severed.
The surgery is scheduled for Friday May 27th. We are currently praying for a miracle...that this procedure will be successful, that the full use of my hand will return, and that we'll be able to wisely manage our finances. I'll be honest this has been hard, I have shed many tears of frustration and anger, all of which have been directed at myself. I've been asking myself a lot of "if only's" and the one that I find I ask myself the most is "if only I had listened to that prompting to be careful." However, despite my mistake, I am determined not to let this experience bitter my soul. In fact over the past few days I have come to realize that what I hope for in the end is a better me. So I have made my decision that no matter where this trial takes me or however long it may last I will allow it to change me for the better. I know that I have a loving Father in Heaven who is aware of me and my little family. I trust Him and know that He will take care of us.
On a lighter note I'd like to express my love and gratitude for my family. Thank you Eric for being so patient with my roller coaster emotions as of late (the bursting into tears every time I discover something else I can't do because of my injury) and for taking on extra duties around the house. Thank you Sharee for driving me to the urgent care center, watching my kids while I got stitched up and for being a sweet heart and providing us dinner that night. Thank you Mom and Dad, the rest of my siblings, and extended family members for all the phone calls (expressing your love and concern for me) and for the prayers you have given in my behalf. I appreciate you and love you all so very much.
For those of you who are easily grossed out the following picture is one you may not want to view...
On a funny note the doctor who checked out my hand asked whether my crooked pinky was normal or not...that made me laugh and I showed him my other hand and told him "Yep its normal, I was born that way." :)
