Caution: Fragile

Somebody needs to keep me away from glass objects.

Yesterday morning, my dear husband was late to work because I effectively handled a vase of flowers in a haphazard manner, resulting in a shatter, a huge shard of glass into my index finger (of my right hand, no less). I am almost convinced that it needed stitches, but I didn't have time for that. Instead, I bandaged it very tightly and went on my way. It hurts like the dickens, but I know it will heal.

This morning, as I was attempting to clean Gardner's humidifier in the bathtub, the glass soap dispenser I use (actually a vinegar bottle) overturned, and it broke into a million pieces. I spent the next 20 minutes washing out dish soap AND nuggets of glass....hope I got it all. Don't want to let Gardner step into that tub for a bath until I'm absolutely sure, which means combing it carefully with my hand (you can't see it with the naked eye), probably resulting in even more miniscule cuts on my already-sore appendage.

As I told a friend yesterday, pregnancy has a way of making you clumsy AND stupid. I knew better than to grab a vase full of water by the top, a VERY thin vase (1/100th of an inch thick) at that...but I did it anyway, while at the same time attempting to make a cell phone call with my other hand. Tsk tsk tsk....

So, somebody keep me from glass objects. If you see me walking towards a closed patio door, warn me. If you offer me a soda, please pour it into a plastic cup.

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lettuce said…
oh this made me laugh. And wince.

I've always been inclined to be very clumsy when I'm pre-menstrual. I had a number of potentially-dangerous-but-
fortunately-got-away-with-it glass accidents when I was just approaching puberty - and I think my daughter may have inherited it.
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