The Neon Nurse's Charting

I somehow cracked a glass baking pan while I was washing dishes. No clue how. But since it's always safety first with me (you know how I am) I undunked it from the dishwater and carried the gross and dripping body out to the dump trash barrel by the back door.

Which is pretty full. We don't get trash pickup here in the country, and the free dump day is on the last weekend of the month, which is when we were way far away in Denver for MileHiCon. Therefore the trash is still right here.

I tried to sort of arrange the pan so I could still get the lid to snap down, while trying to keep the pup from a. teething on the long-suffering cat and b. jumping in to see what smelled so great in the trashcan. Now, anyone but an iriot would know that balancing a wet soapy heavy glass pan on a pile of junk is a two-handed job. And also, anyone but an iriot would know that once the pan went sliding off, the chances were pretty slim it could be caught before it hit the ground and broke. And MOST ESPECIALLY anyone but an iriot would know that making a grabbing motion toward something just about to turn into upward pointing shards of glass is a classic example of combining Murphy's and Newton's First Laws, and that the body(part) heading glassward would most likely remain in motion a little bit too long and NOT be able to hit reverse in time to prevent puncturage.

I've got the bleeding stopped now. Happily, the gash is between my third and fourth fingers, which aren't too crucial to Life As We Know It. And it isn't a stitches type cut, plus we have plenty of medical type supplies (go figure) so infection should not be an issue. (Plus I'm still taking the Keflex.)

But I still feel like an iriot.