BLOBBY'S BLOG

CUTS YOU UP

It's time to find a better kitchen set-up. The knife block has always worked ok at best. Last night - not so much.

It sits (or sat) on an 18" wide piece of counter....right next to the coffee maker. Now, I don't drink coffee, but was setting it up the night before for Denton. Whatever happened next, I don't know.

The block that holds maybe a dozen knives tipped....and each and every knife fell out. Little steak knives to huge huge Rachel Ray like knives (that's for you Mort!). Any of em could have done some major damage and wouldn't you know it only one hit me: the first one. The last few could have literally taken off a toe or two. As it turns out I just got a nice big gash on the heel of my foot.

At first I wasn't even sure I had been cut. It did not hurt that much and it didn't look so bad. But oy - then there was the blood and the amount of it. Soaked paper towels.

After cleaning and dressing the wound, It felt ok. But this a.m.......not so much. I don't think it was bad enough for me to go sit in an E.D. (it's a department, people, not a room!) for 6 hours. I'm sure it's just sore and no tendon/muscle damage. Ok, at least I hope.

Of course the absolute worst thing about the encounter was that Denton was dishing up ice cream at the time. And it was melting fast and furious as I had to wash the wound while he got neosporin and bandages.

MELTED ICE CREAM. Will this hell NEVER end?