Holy Guacamole!

It seemed like it was going to be good day. I had a good day at work, then went to the gym for kwando and yoga class, and picked up a couple things at the grocery store before heading home. My agenda for the night was to watch the finale of So You Think You Can Dance and Project Runway while making lunch to bring to work tomorrow.

I decided on guacamole served with vegetable chips and promptly started mincing and mashing onions, chillies, peppers and avacados in a big bowl. My final touch was a fresh squeeze of lime juice for a tangy refreshing taste, but while slicing the not-so-ripe lime, my knife slipped and lacerated my ring finger (is that an sign that I was not made for matrimony?). My mind went to the hymn that I used to sing in church, "There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Emmanuel's veins", as blood came gushing out of my finger going all over the kitchen floor and sink. I gave a small yelp and quickly (Step 1:) put it under running water (Step 2:)while putting pressure on the wound. After a few moments, where I blissfully thought a band aid will make the finishing touches on the cut, I let go of my hand but watched woefully as more blood came gushing out while the skin on my finger flapped away from the finger. It didn't hurt then, and I was rather fascinated by how much blood I had and how the inside of my finger looked just like uncooked instant noodles (same color and texture!). As I was alone at home, I made a few frantic phone calls until I found a good buddy who came promptly to take me to the emergency room.

Two hours and seven stitches later, I got home and finished up my guacamole sans one uncut lime which I decided I will save for another dish at another time, when I can again summon the courage to use a knife.