Cooking Is Dangerous

I used to mention to Jeff every once in a while that life would be easier on us both if I was a stay at home wife - joking of course, I love my job and would be miserably bored being at home all by myself every day. But I told him, I could do all of the household chores, I could go grocery shopping, pay bills, take clothes to the drycleaners, we could get a puppy, and more important to this story, I could have a hot meal waiting for him every night when he got home from work. No longer will I say that...being a stay at home wife could be dangerous! The other day I was working from home and decided it would be really nice if I showed my hubby just how great of a stay at home wife I could be. I wanted to have dinner ready for him when he got home. As I rummaged through the kitchen, debating on what we would have, I came across one of our favorites, an acorn squash. Now many of you might say, "an acorn squash??? Who cooks an acorn squash?" Well, I do. I came across the recipe when I first moved to California and didn't have a job. I would spend my afternoon sifting through cookbooks, finding something to make, going to the store to get the ingredients and then cooking all afternoon so that Jeff and I could enjoy eating dinner together (which usally took about 10 minutes). Then the real world came around and I finally got a job and the amount of cooking I have done has diminished. Believe me it has, and my husband frequently reminds me that it's true.

Anyway, so the squash and I went at it. I pulled out the biggest, baddest butcher knife we had and I started hacking. This squash seemed to be winning. From the second I touched the knife to the squash a little voice kept whispering in my head, "JoLee, you are going to cut your finger off. JoLee, wouldn't that be cute if you cut your finger off. JoLee, be careful, you are going to..." and yep sure enough, the tip of the knife jolted up as I pushed on the handle, and shot directly into my left hand pinky! Immediately I knew something bad had happened. I looked down at the pinky and it looked like just a paper cut, with about the same amount of blood that a paper cute conjours up. But under closer examination, meaning pulling apart my skin, I realized that this was no paper cut, I had gone all the way down to the bone. My initial recreation was, "JoLee, how could you be so stupid, you told yourself to be careful." And then, I realized how excited I was that I could call my husband and tell him what happened and he would take care of me!

And that is exactly what he did. He rushed home from work, took a look and realized we needed to get stitches. Before I knew it he had pulled up the closest Urgent Care on the computer, called them to ensure they were open and that they did stitches and had me in the car on my way. We made it to Urgent Care and sure enough, 5 stitches were needed (see above picture). Jeff held my hand the entire time, even when I had to squeeze it really hard - it hurts when they give the numbing shot. The picture to the left is us leaving the hospital. I got a blow-pop for being such a good patient, exciting! Back to the husband, he even took me home and finished up our dinner for that night. I know people talk about how amazing it is to have a companion there to take care of you "...in sickness and health." But, not until you live through something like this do you really realize just how great of a feeling it is to know that you will never have to go through another moment like this alone. And this my friends, is why I love my Life As A Wife.