Happy Minor Injury Week!
Apparently it's Injury Week here at Silliness is Golden.
Yesterday Spike managed to strain her neck getting out of bed. Prudently worried about her sometimes fussy back, she attempted some morning stretches to limber it up. This appeared to work, but did a Bad Thing to her knee.
That afternoon I arrived at the pantry to help her haul veggies in time to watch a light cord snap and hit her in the eye. A few minutes later, a sudden return of the knee pain was bad enough to put her in a cold sweat.
Today, I picked up some fresh oysters at the Davis Square farmer's market, then moseyed over to Tags to buy an oyster knife. While I was browsing kitchen implements, a massive cutting board fell on my foot, which immediately began to swell and discolor. After accepting a couple ice packs and many consoling noises from the Tags folks, I limped home and set to work on my oysters.
You all see what's coming. I made it to #4 before my first major slip.
The hole I gouged in the heel of my palm stopped bleeding in response to a few minutes of pressure and elevation, and a bunch of exclamations which made up in volume for what they lacked in creativity. Only then did I think to hit the web, which is usually my first resort. Bolstered by a couple good tips (particularly the towel bit), the latter three went far more smoothly
Mmmm! Briny, tender, and with just a hint of sweetness at the end. They seemed saltier than usual--do restaurants usually rinse them off or soak them in fresh water or something?
Be careful, people. Please? This is not a meme I want to tag anyone with.