Paring knife: 1, Me: 0

I still don’t know how it happened.  Ok, I admit it, I’m not exactly an expert chef.  But I do know how to chop garlic.

Yeah, I don’t know how it happened, but I know why it happened.  Meds.  Those darn meds.  I got used to the lack of sleep from the steroids.  I’ve adjusted to that over the months.  But several weeks of crazy dreams on Plaquenil has me at a new level of brain fog.

I know how to chop garlic, really, I do, but somehow my thumb got under the knife.  There was the initial, “Huh, I seem to have cut myself.”  A couple seconds later I realized it hurt.  Hmmm.  Brain fog.  Oh look, some skin is hanging off.  And there’s some blood.  I considered continuing to prepare dinner, then realized I might get blood in my food.  More brain fog.  Better clean up.  Ok, clean.  Now what?  Oh, right, back to chopping garlic.  Then I almost did it again.  If the skin had still been there, I probably would have cut it.  Good thing it was already missing.

It’s just a tiny cut.  The bleeding stopped almost immediately.  It’ll heal in no time.  But this brain fog better go away soon.  It’s getting annoying.

Meds have all sorts of warnings about handling heavy machinery.  They should add kitchen knives to the list.

One Response to Paring knife: 1, Me: 0

  1. Karen J says:


    I hope that soon, I’ll read about you either getting past the sleep issues, or a different ‘scrip!

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