was it worth it

so, today wasn't too eventful, until i got home. the workday had its usual boring, frustrating, uninteresting events. although the girls at the office make it bearable and keep me entertained.

so i've been craving this breakfast fried rice that my dad used to make for us when we were kids. basically it is made up of leftover rice, fried bacon, eggs, and soy sauce for seasoning. i made this middle of last month and haven't been able to give it up. i crave it for breakfast every morning. but i've been lazy so i haven't had it in 2 weeks. this is when things turn.

i come home, do the usual take kona out for his relief, wash dishes, and start dinner. i decide that's what i want to make for dinner tonite (especially since the scheduled chili option for dinner fell through, partly because we didn't have the chili mix...yes we make ours from a mix, but mind you we doc it up =)). i prep the rice, breaking it up. then begin to open the package of bacon. ok, i'm sure a normal, sane, right frame of mind person would have used a pair of scissors to open the package. what do i do? and this is when i claim pregnancy insanity...i reach for the meat knife and hold the corner of the bacon package and proceed to open it! and as you can imagine i'm holding the area a bit to closely to the blade and...slice a piece of my left index finger! umm...ouch would not adequately describe the slicing pain of flesh. quickly i apply pressure and run it under cold running water in our kitchen sink. mr wonderful (mw) comes rushing to see what the screech of pain was all about. and what does he say? oh honey, what did you do? why didn't you use the scissors? go to the bathroom and hold it under the running water in the bathroom. (was the idea of blood in the kitchen sink grossing him out =)). applying pressure and occasionally checking on the damage, i noticed the skin hanging a bit loosely, so more pressure to stop the bleeding and hopefully fuse the skin back to the finger. could i finish making dinner? don't think so. so mw suggests ordering something for delivery. what? i don't know... mind you it's about 6:15pm and by the time we figure out what we want, order, and get it delivered, i'd be grouchy, faminished, and in pain. mw takes baby boy for a walk and me lying on the bed contemplating should i cook or should we order out. well, the craving for the fried rice couldn't be denied any longer.

i get up, wash up a bit, check on the wound, get a clean papertowel, apply more pressure and begin to cook. obviously it was slow going, but i managed. was it worth it? well, unborn child is extremely happy, craving satiated, mommatobe felt pretty good for accomplishing the task in duress. afterwards i decide to apply nuskin (liquid ointment that helps cuts heal faster, kinda like neosporin, but it seals the cut and applies a protective coating so one can resume normal activity). slight stinging, slight pain, but minimal compared to the slicing.

yes, the pain was worth it.