Baked Beans & Bandages

I have ended up in A&E. Darling husband's fault. Yes, as I have said before; he is a whiz in the kitchen. His food is delicious (if we forget the blue omelette); but although he more often than not serves up a storm in the kitchen; the kitchen is also left looking like it, itself, has been in a storm. So, cut a long story short (as it's a very long story and I am now typing one-handed) He left a hot casserole dish lid on the worktop and immediately left the house to pack the car ready to leave for the office. I subsequently entered said kitchen, saw the debris and started to tidy - mistake! The scream brought him running back into the house. I swear childbirth was not as painful (though time heals).  So, after 45 minutes with my hand in a bowl of cold water, then wrapped in clingfilm, I start work at the kitchen table - tap, tap, tap, with my one hand. It was not long before I realised the pain was getting worse. A colleague messaged me: "Go to A&E, NOW!" I did as I was told.

On day 2 since the accident now. Darling husband has barely been about due to work commitments. I am getting slightly quicker at typing with one hand; I can wriggle into clothes, but it all takes soooo long. It is incredible the impact of not having 2 fully functioning hands. It is making me feel very thankful that I usually do; that I usually can do anything I want; drive, garden; cook... I take my hat off to people who overcome anything like this that is long term. 

Day of the accident: 

Cooking has been a huge problem. My son has been off school unwell. I would normally make him anything he fancied when ill. This week he wanted beans on toast. But, I cannot open a tin. Or not yet mastered it one-handed. So, I asked him to open it, along with a tin of soup for me (as I can't use cutlery in both hands). Oh my goodness! It was like I had asked him to lick the toilet bowl, the following conversation ensued:

Son: "WHAT?"

Me: "Could you open the tins please, as I can't?"

Son: "You want me to open the tins?"

Me: "Yes please, I cannot you see, as I only have one working hand."

Son: "WHAT? I am ILL! I am NOT your slave! WHY do I need to do EVERYTHING?!"

Me, out loud: "It's not everything, my lovely, it's 2 tins. I only have 1 hand working, so if you would like beans, it's not happening unless you open the tin."

Me, in my head: WTF!? EVERYTHING? Can't you see I cannot USE MY HAND???!!!"

Son: "I don't think I want beans."

I did not get my soup either, we both sat moodily munching toast.

Happy Days!