It was Just a Trim...

You may have heard of my teeny tiny accident that occurred a few days ago. It was the second day of my summer break, and with company coming to my house to celebrate my birthday, I wanted my landscaping to look less...well, overgrown...less bushy....a little neater.

So with good intentions I borrowed my Mom's electric hedge trimmer to help speed up the process.

This is not the first, second, or third time I've used these trimmers. I've never even cut a cord before last Thursday. I was also on my very last bush, trying to cut a particularly thick section of weeds when the trimmer hit a stumpy part of the bush and knocked into my fingers. Well, the blade was what did the knocking...while it was still running.

No, I did not have both hands on the trimmer...the only time I did not have both hands on the trimmer, and I had go and do this...

This is for those who get a bit squeamish at the sight of blood (which there was quite a bit of) and other yuckiness.

If your just a wee bit curious as to what lies underneath, then this is for you...

This was taken five days after The Accident, as we're calling it. I'll spare you the more gory pictures from right after it happened. Sixteen stitches on one finger and two in the other...my middle finger I can move fine but it's still too soon to tell the damage done to the index finger. I have no feeling in parts and cannot bend it at either the top or middle joint. And it aches...like, bone aches even though the x-ray showed no damage to the bone.

I've learned a few lessons from this ordeal, one the hard way: how not to hold electric hedge trimmers. I also learned how quick my church was to stop whatever they were doing to offer prayers on my behalf. Once the church-wide e-mail went out, my dear hubby and I received so many texts from dear friends and family who were offering to do whatever we needed: take the kids, bring us food, cover my instrumental ministries...we were overwhelmed with the outpouring of love. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart!

And since I've had so much planned to get done this summer (cue the How am I going to get this done! panic attack), a dear friend of mine prescribed for me chill pills...

Now theses I'll take!

I must close for now. It's taken me almost an hour to type out this post...pecking would be a better word to describe whatever this is I'm doing. I've been reduced from 90 words per minute to ten. It's a hard pill to swallow.

Speaking of swallowing, I'm off to find some medicine. My hand needs a break.

Simply Taking It Easy (uh, trying to at least),