I wonder if it will leave a scar?
I suddenly wondered just how many times I’ve had this same thought in the last few years?
Oops!
Now I’ll admit, I was never what you’d call graceful, and I certainly couldn’t dance, but when it came to my hands, I was pretty coordinated. I played musical instruments. I juggled really well. You know that trick of patting your head with one hand and rubbing your stomach with the other? I could do that without a hitch, and I switched my hands easily.
And then I started having trouble. For most of my life I was a truly horrible cook. Really. No kidding. Just dreadful. But a few years back I finally learned how to cook and I did ok. Until I started cutting myself. I’d laugh off a slip of the knife, ha ha I’m so clumsy, but when I had to throw out part of an apple crisp because I got blood in it, I knew there was a problem. There were cuts, burns, and spills. Last week I cut my fingernail off with the knife. I’m just glad it was only my fingernail! There’s some sort of disconnect between my brain and my hands these days. I can feel that it’s tied into the brain fog, but I can’t think it through well enough to get beyond that. That figures.
Last night I had meat cooking in one pan and veggies in another. I was doing really well with the cutting. Maybe my cutting success made me let down my guard? All I know is that I reached for the handle of one pan, and somehow pressed my finger into the edge of the other pan and it took a second longer than it should have to realize what I’d done and to pull my hand back. It hurt, but I didn’t think too much of it until a few minutes later when I noticed the skin peeling away. It hurts a bit, but it doesn’t look too bad. Mostly, it just feels bad mentally, because I know how it happened.
Then again, thanks to the brain fog, I can’t remember exactly what caused the other scars on my hands (though I’m sure it’s all related to kitchen brain fog) so I’ll probably forget this one too!
Chronic Rants 
Well, I’ll join your club. The RA has disfigured my thumb and couple of fingers on right hand and sometimes they are stiff. Never mind whether my brain decides it’s going to be fuzzy. I am always cutting myself, I’ve peeled my finger. Do you burn yourself on the oven? Cos I do sometimes. I too am musical but my fingers don’t want to seem to hit the right notes. My fondest memory is the last time I played the piano at the school Christmas concert.
Take care.
Hugs x
I’m sorry to hear that, Lorna. As for the oven, I’m always careful to use potholders that are glove style, so they cover my wrists, but I’ve still managed to burn myself. I swear, it’s a skill. As for music, if I ever have enough money I want to take voice lessons. I figure that way I won’t need to use my hands 😉
Ouch! I have two food processors and a Vitamix in order to avoid cutting (it aggravates the RSI), but I am the same when it comes to burning myself! And I also never remember which scar was from which incident. Actually I think my cat, who died last year, used to scratch me in my sleep. He felt it was necessary to be fed at 5 a.m. Hope it heals quickly!
Miss D, how do you chop food? I find the food processor over-does things. It shreds the veggies. Or do you not care? I should probably experiment with that more!
Depends what blades you have. I have a very old Cuisinart that has a thin-slice blade, a thick-slice blade, a julienne blade (good for the “zoodles”), a regular shredder, and a standard blade. None of these came with the original processor–I had to look online for extra blades.
It never occurred to me to get different blades – thanks for the great idea!
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