TheBanyanTree: Sort Of About A Mixer

[Pam Lawley]

ohhhh!!!!  goose  bumps about the phone call!!!!!!!!!!!!!  sorry about the
cut!!

On Thu, Nov 11, 2010 at 8:15 AM, Julie Anna Teague <jateague at indiana.edu>wrote:

> Quoting Sally Larwood <larwos at optusnet.com.au>:
>
>  By the way, I ended up missing Christa's 21st birthday as I was in
>> hospital
>> waiting for the plastic surgeon to re-attach my ring finger - it was cut
>> through the bone.  One of my friends who went to the party didn't believe
>> that I was in hospital, and insisted on calling me in the hospital to
>> check
>> I wasn't just hiding, waiting to jump out of Christa's birthday cake.  I
>> also had to pull out of a play that was about to start rehearsal as I
>> couldn't drive and anyway, the shock of the accident meant I was non
>> compos
>> mentis for weeks after.  I would never have been able to learn the lines.
>>
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> Yeesh.  That's horrible!  The "safety" feature of my ancient food processor
> (inherited from someone who'd had it probably at least 30 years) is also
> broken, but it actually makes it harder to turn on.  I guess that means it's
> even more safe.  I still use it constantly.  But your story reminds me of my
> oldest son's third birthday party.  Six days before his birthday party, to
> which the whole family was invited over for a meal, I got a call that there
> was a little boy just born who was waiting for me at the hospital to come
> and be his mom. I can still recall the joy of that moment and that long
> awaited phone call!  Adopted or not, newborns are a challenge, though, and
> as the birthday party approached, I'd had no sleep for a week.  My family
> wanted to get together anyway, to see our precious new Seth as well as
> celebrate Andy's birthday, and my mom volunteered to bring lasagna so I
> wouldn't have to cook.  All I had to do to help out was to stand there and
> slice the bread for garlic toast.  I was so exhausted and foggy-headed that
> I sliced right through my finger with a very sharp serrated bread knife!  In
> hindsight, I should've gone for stitches because that sucker would not stop
> bleeding.  As it was I just wrapped it up and toughed it out--there was
> simply too much going on to make a trip to the hospital--but it was a
> memorably deep cut.  We kept the knife--it is obviously a highly effective
> knife--but I shudder every time I see it and I rarely use it.  And little
> did I know at that time that Seth would not sleep through the night for the
> next 18 months, nor would he take naps during the day, so foggy-headed
> became a way of life for me!
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