OT: Lost my fingerprint

Oh, Jesus!! Owwww!!! I hope it feels better soon, Lisa.

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Kandice Seeber
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vj found this in rec.crafts.beads, from "lgreene" : ]Last night, while using my mandolin to julienne potatoes

i replied to this last night - with prayers and vibes.

but how do you use a musical instrument to cut potatoes?

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vj

Lisa, I did almost the same thing to my left finger, while working at Taco Bell.

It was after 6am, when I let the one person go home early, so it was only me, and a girl who was *only* trained on register and drive-thru register. I remember screaming, crying, then thinking "hey, you have been trained to get through this pain, now breathe..."...I calmed down, til I remembered that I would have to have shots...

after calming down again, I called my boss. He had to wake up, and get dressed, and his son (his wife had already gone to her job)...Then the customers started to come. I had to talk the girl through making the items, and I wrapped my hand. To every customer, I apologized for taking time, I had cut my finger, each person was *very* understanding...

the bad thing was, by that time, I was beginning to *HATE* register with a passion, and had to go back on it, *and* had to use those friggin finger cots (the mini-condoms) and/or those metal&foam thingies. Not fun.

Yes, I sympathize with you. they sewed mine back on, it healed, but now I have a raised area with decreased sensitivity...the fingerprint will grow back (it's genetic), but you may have a scar across it (like mine)...

Hope you feel better. Don't get it wet, let it rest. It will do better soon...

Mary

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meijhana

Thanks everyone for your stories of commiseration and your vibes. I have been on vicodin most of the day, and although the finger is painful, at least that awful throbbing/burning is gone. I guess I'll never be a hand model!!! LOL

Even though I have a food processor, in the time that it takes me to get it out , set it up, get the cover on correctly, and cut the potatoes 'cause they don't necessarily fit...my mandolin and I are done. A quick wash, back in the drawer...and VOILA.

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lgreene

vj found this in rec.crafts.beads, from "lgreene" :

]And vj, I really am not sure if you're kidding or not, but for those who ]don't know, here is what a food mandolin looks like: ]

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no, i wasn't really kidding. i've seen and used those products like those, but have NEVER heard them referred to as a mandolin. to me, a mandolin is a musical instrument. i re-read it a bunch of times to try to figure it out, and then just gave up and asked - thanks!

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I could not get the picture. I have a Dorner one and it has a gadget for holding the thing that is being sliced. So no shredded fingers. Shirley

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Shirley Shone

I was wondering too.

Tina

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Christina Peterson

I'm so sorry to hear that! I totally sympathize too. I was bit by a dog three weeks ago on my pinkie and I still can't type properly. And the fingerprint under the injury seems to have disappeared! However, I can finally bead again.

Get well soon. Cheri (Bubbee to Emily and Nathan)

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Cheri2Star

y'know, reading this post and the responses to it, it seems that fingertip accidents are quite common on this newsgroup. I nearly lost the pad of my left index finger when I was about 10 years old. I was opening a can of catfood, and the lid popped off suddenly and sliced right into my finger. It peeled back a big piece of flesh. I didn't even feel it happen..bled everywhere like a stuck pig, wandered up to my mother, and said "look, mom!". I thought she was going to have a heart attack.

it took 8 stitches to close it up, and I have a scar along the pad of my finger that's dead to feeling.

I'm terribly accident prone though..I have two semi-large scars on my left wrist. one was from a toilet paper holder, the other from a chainsaw (that wasn't running at the time, of course, otherwise I'd probably be lacking a hand as well). sadly, everyone who sees them thinks they're from suicide attempts, and when I explain "oh, no, one is from a TP holder, and the other from a chainsaw", I get the odd feeling that they don't believe me.

anyways, hope your finger heals up and feels better soon. any sort of hand injury sucks, but it's even worse when your creativity is temporarily hobbled by it.

-amber.

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Amber

mine also has the holder but i think the potato got too small even for it and it slipped, sending my finger to the shredder.

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lgreene

Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. That just makes tears comes to my eyes. OUCHY

Lara

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Lara

On Fri, 7 May 2004 18:12:56 -0400, Amber wrote (in message ):

I cannot imagine anyone so rude as to ask if you had tried to commit suicide. You are nicer than I am, trying to explain. I'd give the questioner a raised eyebrow and ask them if I had actually heard them correctly. If the person didn't get the hint, I'd either make up a totally horrible tale or tell them it was none of their business, depending on my mood. (If my prednisone dose was high enough I'd probably tell them to FOAD, but that's something else altogether)

Astonished,

Kathy N-V

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Kathy N-V

Kathy, Are you sure we aren't sisters?

lol

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Debbie B

he handle slipped off the potato, an I literally sliced most of the pad of my right forefinger off.>

OWWWWWW

my son can relate -- he was laying brick patio Wednesday - and HIT his thumb with mallet - and took off a good size chunk of his left thumb.....

take good care of it -- and heal fast!

Cheryl last semester of lawschool! yipee! DRAGON BEADS Flameworked beads and glass

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Oddly enough, even though I have the Cuisinart and all the goodies, unless I'm making a whole boatload of food, I am much faster using a chef's knife.

Kathy N-V>

Julia Childs used to say the same thing.... lol

Cheryl last semester of lawschool! yipee! DRAGON BEADS Flameworked beads and glass

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y'know, reading this post and the responses to it, it seems that fingertip accidents are quite common on this newsgroup.>

LOL -- I was thinking the SAME THING

mine however - I didn't CUT -- but did manage to remove the fingerprints from the pad of my thumb and several fingers.... that old saw about mobsters '"burning" their prints off -- yeah - LOL I was working sales at a hot glass shop - went out back to talk to the guys on break - and reached in the "cullet" barrel where there was this beautiful feathered goblet and stem (no foot) - and picked it up before Mark (the blower) could say anything... like HOT! as he had just thrown it in the can hot from the shop floor when the foot broke off....!!! (about 900 degrees probably....) By the time "Hot" got to my brain and I dropped it - my finger pads were seared. Funny - they hurt a little - I iced them - and they didn't hurt the next day - (fried the nerve endings). They got hard like callouses - never blistered -- and slowly healed. -- but it really DID take my fingerprints off !!!! - for awhile.... They eventually grew back... though I have some ridge damage that still showsl on two of them as a result...

Cheryl last semester of lawschool! yipee! DRAGON BEADS Flameworked beads and glass

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Cheryl

I'm sorry you couldn't find the tip. Pete lost a portion of his finger while logging, but was able to re-attach it. When you hold your finger because it hurts, try sending energy to it. It's a kind of instinctive Reiki, and it works.

By the way, now that you've lost your fingerprints are you going to start a life of crime?

{{{{Lisa}}}}

Tina

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Christina Peterson

On Fri, 7 May 2004 22:57:36 -0400, Cheryl wrote (in message ):

Guess who taught me to cook?

Julia Child's 'The French Chef' was broadcast here in Boston right at 3 p.m. from the time I was very little through my high school years. I ran home from school every day to watch Mrs. Child in glorious black and white. (We didn't get color TV until I was eleven or twelve)

I learned so much about cooking, although I still laugh at her noodle-making episode. (She dried the noodles on broomsticks, and claimed making your own macaroni is cost effective - it isn't, unless you are comparing it to store bought fresh pasta. Homemade is much more expensive than dried pasta) When my mother-in-law taught me to make macaroni, we used dowels that were bought and kept clean especially for macaroni. I can't imagine using a dirty old broomstick to dry food.

I learned to crack eggs one handed, flip sautees without a spatula and demand a wonderful, incredibly sharp chef's knife. (with a 6" blade, because I have tiny hands) I can make a mean puff-pastry, pie crust or cream puff (Pate a choix is simple to make) I laugh when I see people opening oysters and risking their hands, because the Julia Child "churchkey can opener" method works beautifully and isn't dangerous. I don't make pressed duck, or serve seven kinds of wine with a meal, but I always use her recipe for brownies, and I can make a mean omlet in 20 seconds.

Julia was born in California to very wealthy parents. She was raised to be a lady in the early years of the 20th century, and eventually was sent East, by train, to Massachusetts and Smith College. This was supposed to "finish her," and assist the 6'2" tall, very athletic woman prepare for her future.

Julia was a liberated woman in a time when nice girls of her class found a rich husband and raised babies. First working as an ad agent in New York City, and then for the OSS, where she did some hush-hush sneaky spy stuff in WWII. She met Paul Child in 1945, and married relatively late in life for the time. After the war, Paul worked as a diplomat, and dragged her all over the world, which they both loved. They had no children, but it didn't matter - she and Paul only had eyes for each other.

Julia learned to cook while in her 40s, because she had nothing better to do

-up until then, her meals were cooked by servants. She trained at Paris' Le Cordon Bleu cooking school, and took private lessons with some of the world's greatest chefs. Her "Mastering the Art of French Cooking" masterpiece was written by Julia and two friends, and was released shortly before PBS Channel

2 came knocking at her door.

"The French Chef" was the first cooking show where the star actually cooked and made mistakes, just like the rest of us. (Before, it was mostly presenting picture perfect food and some snooty chef telling you the recipe) It was mostly unscripted, and the banter is pretty much straight Julia-train-of-thought. The crews over at WGBH, Boston's Public Broadcasting Channel, used to fight to get to work on her show, because she always made plenty of whatever dish she was making to share with the crew. (An old friend was a sound man there and shared that with me)

Julia was regarded as a cooking goddess, and when she said to dry your hands on an impeccibly clean purple towel, thousands of would be chefs looked for purple kitchen towels, to be kept impeccibly clean. One time she made a joke about a "self-cleaning floor" after she swept some crumbs off her work surface onto the floor. She received hundreds of letters from homeowners who wanted a self cleaning floor as well.

Several years ago Paul Child, who was much older than Julia, became ill, had to go to a nursing home and died. Julia's television presence has withered since then, with only a few lightweight series and a couple of specials. My favorite was one where she cooked with Martha Stewart. Martha was making a wedding cake decorated with hundreds of hand sculpted marzipan flowers and leaves, each one dusted with a powdered dye made of crushed petals. Martha tried to hog the limelight, but Julia quietly commented, "Three years later, when you finish all these flowers, _then_ can you make the cake?" (hehehehe)

About two years ago, Julia decided that her house in Cambridge, the one she shared with her husband Paul, was more than she could handle. Julia moved to an assisted living facility in Santa Barbara with her sister. Her kitchen was dismantled piece by piece, taken to Washington DC, and has been rebuilt at the Smithsonian. All of us here in Boston were heartbroken to see her go, and hope that the folks in Santa Barbara know the treasure they have.

How did you guess that she's one of my heroines? I hope she lives to be 120 or more, and enjoys every moment of her long and amazing life.

Kathy N-V

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Kathy N-V

Kathy, thanks so much for sharing all that. I loved Julia too, as a girl.

KarenK

noodle-making

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Karen_AZ

Wow, Kathy....I think it's wonderful that you've taken the time to learn so much about your cooking mentor :) I too have fond memories of Mrs Child, albeit they're not nearly as in depth as yours! My mom and I loved to watch cooking shows together while I was growing up, and Julia Child was way up there. So was "The Frugal Gourmet" until he went all bad and nasty. :( yan Can Cook...Burt Wolf...we were/are suckers for the personable Chef :)

~Candace~ your local hemp goddess :)

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