Inventory

Left hand:

• slices on index and middle fingers, per the previous post
• blood blister on thumb from when I opened the window

Right hand:

• bruise on the back from the inside lip of the washer
• bruise on index finger from when my chair fell on it
  

Left leg:

• cut on shinbone from shaving 4 days ago
  
• cut on ankle from shaving 3 days ago
  

Right leg:

• BIG cut on knee from shaving 3 days ago (it actually required bandaging to stop the bleeding)
  
• BIG cut on shinbone from shaving yesterday (and I was being so dang careful, too!) (and this one also required bandaging, which is just lame)
  

I'm pretty torn up right now, and it's largely from shaving. Normally, this isn't an issue. (Kyle says that if I cut myself bad enough to require stitches, we're gonna have to re-evaluate my technique, but I swear it's not me!) I'm currently blaming the cheap razors I bought in a fit of "I refuse to pay that much for stupid razor blades!" t'other day. Not because I'm not klutzy enough for anything; let's be honest, I am. But how does a person manage to slice up both their shinbones while shaving? It's the flattest, simplest part of the leg!

Honestly, I feel like most people must live life with some sort of force field around them, protecting them from all the minor bumps, hurts, and cuts I suffer on a regular basis. Over the last week or so, though, it seems that my non-functioning force field has gotten angry and is now pulling me toward danger. Not cool, force field.

Good Times

Last night, Kyle and I went to see As You Like It at the Hale Center Theater here in Orem. It's actually just down the street from home, and I'd mentioned a couple of times, driving by, that I love that play. Not dropping hints, I swear; but well, "I am a woman...when I think, I must speak!" Anyway, Kyle surprised me with tickets a couple of weeks ago, and last night was finally the night!

It was nice outside, so we just walked the 2.5 blocks to the theater. This is a very small, in-the-round theater, and our seats were right down front. On the stage, as it were, so we couldn't stretch out our legs for fear of tripping the cast. But it was great to be in such an intimate venue, and the play was wonderfully done. (I'll admit, I haven't actually read this play, but I have seen the movie (I know, I know), and I loved it.) Kyle said it took him a couple of scenes for his brain to switch over to Shakespearean English, but then he enjoyed it, too. Really, it was one of the awesomer things I've done this year. So entertaining. I keep remembering bits of it (like how they rang a little bell to show that characters had fallen in love) and laughing to myself. Brilliant.

Totally Unrelated P.S. I picked up my shower pouf this morning, and it unraveled.

For the record, I CAN cook.

I just made these:
And they're delicious. (They're coffee cake muffins, by the way.)

Summertime Catastrophe

Yesterday, we decided to celebrate the summerness that's come our way, so Tianna, BJ, Kyle, and had a very tasty outdoor dinner of grilled hamburgers (turns out, Kyle's a grillmaster!), corn on the cob, and angel food cake with Cool Whip and strawberries (obviously, I abstained from the strawberries: sick). But it was really nice outside, and we had a lot fun.

I told BJ that if he ate his corn in a spiral, I'd blog it, so here it is:
Now, you're probably all wondering about the catastrophe part. It's like this: Kyle doesn't own a cheese slicer (we were at his house). So I was slicing cheese for the burgers with a real knife and my fingers, which were pressing down on the blade, slipped off the end and got butchered. My left middle finger got the bulk of it with a nasty slice near the fingernail that bled like Charles Dickens. It actually rather freaked me out, 'cuz it was a lot of blood. Also, it really hurt. I finally got it reasonably cleaned up and was heading back out front to Kyle (he was grilling out on the front porch, and I needed his sympathy!) when I realized that the blood I had earlier washed off my index finger wasn't from the middle finger: I cut my index finger, too. Bother. So I headed back in for more cleaning and bandaging. And to take off the original bandage that had soaked completely through (I ended up just wrapping it in a paper towel and holding it tightly until the bleeding mostly stopped, then re-bandaging it).

Later last night, I wanted to change the band-aids and add some Neosporin, but I couldn't get the old band-aids off, as the material had somehow fused with itself and my skin. This was extra unforunate, as every time I pulled the bandage, it pulled on the wound and hurt. Kyle had to cut them off with a pair of scissors. All in all, the injury part of the evening was not fun. But we also played a rousing game of Pandemic, which was cool.

All Better!!!

I just got back from a follow-up appointment with Dr. Gibb (the ENT surgeon). He said everything looks good, and he marked the previous diagnoses "resolved" in my chart! I don't have to go back unless something goes wrong. I'm pretty excited about this.

This doesn't mean I'm actually fully recovered, though. But I'm getting stronger and better all the time! I'm really happy right now. :D