Close your eyes & scroll down to the next post if you don't like blood.

Yesterday started out lovely.

Did hair for a 5th grade graduation.

Ran 4 miles.

Deep cleaned my room & gave some clothes/shoes away.

And thought of a great lunch idea.

Salmon + Avocado + Eggs + Tomatos + Variety of seasonings & Olive Oil.

Super easy & super good.

& all was going well.

Until I tried to get the seed of out the avocado.

With a knife.

My family keeps reminding me of how smart of an idea that was. *gee, thanks guys! ;)

Knife slipped & I pretty much stabbed myself in between my pointer & middle finger. Good thing my sister Dee was home. She cleaned it up & wrapped it - all while I was standing there, staring at my hand in shock. Grateful for her being there. I definitely could not have cleaned it up myself.

I figured I didn't have to go to the ER because, after all, I wasn't dying. Buttt... my sister, Reese, who's a nurse, insisted that I go to the ER. And good thing, because the cut ended being really deep & I needed stitches. 

First time for everything. 

My first time getting stitches:

The nurse tech who helped bandage my hand told me this,

"Aw wow. Looks like you got a sausage finger going on!"

Thanks. Thanks a lot. 

And so... it's only Tuesday & my week has already been super eventful. It can only go up hill from here on out right?