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The Kitchen area can be a dangerous zone!

Yesterday morning had started well and I was so energized. I was having great sleep and getting eight hours of it for the past week. I really feel good now that I was able to understand, that I do not have to take Blood Pressure medication, but instead replace with natural supplements to manage my blood pressure. My lowest systolic reading since I’ve gone natural ways to lower my blood pressure was 113! I so love that! My diastolic is always low, I never had a problem with the lower BP number.

The upper number, systolic blood pressure, measures the pressure in the arteries when the heart pumps blood throughout the body; the lower number, diastolic blood pressure, is the pressure in the arteries when the heart is relaxing (in between beats).

With this new achievement, I can see the difference in my body. I feel so good, I feel so young!

So in the morning, I made my veggie smoothie for breakfast and I started preparing right away things I needed for our lunch chow.¬† I had in mind three dishes and I was working away in the kitchen, chopping ingredients, cutting some meats, veggies and, all those sorts of things before I actually cook. I did not mind slaving away in the kitchen, as always. I love cooking! As I put the first dish in the oven, in between, I cleaned after myself the things I’ve used. I was on a roll! Non-stop. The second dish got into the oven in time for the first dish to be taken out. The third dish I have to cook on top of the stove. Everything was going perfect. Putting away utensils and plates and cutting boards, washing them as I go. My first and third dishes were done. The second was almost ready to be taken out of the oven.

I almost was done clearing up the island table and my last thing to do was wash the knives. I placed them on the measuring glass; they were not large knives. By the time I turned around to place them on the sink, one knife did not make it to the kitchen sink. It went airborne and dropped right straight on my big toe, and it was not the knife handle that hit my toe, but the sharp edge of the knife! Ouch! The blood started to come out, and the wound kept on gushing more blood. I was so scared and asked my husband for help. He was sort of shock at what he was looking at, but he stayed calm. I thought about the last dish in the oven and I hobbled towards the oven, blood all over the floor, to turn off the oven and I removed the dish in time before I overcook it. The dish was cooked perfectly. Thank goodness.

I started feeling dizzy. My hubby grabbed a small seat for me to sit down, and he started first aid. Here I was getting scared out of my head, staring at the blood that would not stop from dripping out. This has never happened to me before, so I started to panic. My eyes are going blurry; my hubby kept on saying in a calm voice: “relax, relax, relax.” I felt like I was going to pass out for a minute there and I started praying so hard!

Finally, my hubby was able to put a handful of cotton balls and placed them on my fresh wound and placed a sticky tape around my foot, tight enough, to try to stop the bleeding. He led me to the other side of the room where he placed some big towels and a pillow so I can lay down on the floor so I could elevate my foot up on a small seat. I started feeling a little better after a few minutes, as my hubby started cleaning the kitchen floor and all over where my blood splattered. He filled a bucket with water and a little bleach and started mopping the floor. He was very calm, which helped me a lot to calm down, too.

Then, it hit me that I was very hungry! He fixed me a small plate of the food I cooked and I ate like I’ve never eaten before. After a while that made me feel so much better. I stayed lying on the floor for about an hour and a half. I thanked God for my hubby. What if he was not home, maybe running some errands or doing his bike ride. Thank goodness he was home!

I’ve learned my lesson to slow down and pay attention to what I was holding in the kitchen. The knife that stabbed my toe was slippery from cutting the meat, so it easily slipped out of my hand. I broke some plates and glasses in the kitchen in the past, which my hubby always had cleaned up when he was home. I’ve cut my hand here and there before when I was doing food prepping, but nothing like a knife stabbing my toe! A kitchen can be a dangerous part of the house, if I don’t pay attention!

 

Later in the day, I took an aspirin when I started feeling a throbbing pain on my toe. In the evening, my hubby cleaned out my right foot, put some antiseptic cream and a band aid on the wound.  The blood clot did wonder and the cut did not look bad. Thank You God. I praise Your Name!

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Five days after, the wound on my big toe has healed well, with a good size bruise. I’ve learned that: “when getting cut on the skin, the redness and swelling surrounding the affected area is an indication that the immune system is fighting the invasion of bacteria. It brings more blood to the cut area so that heat can be created in order to repel the entry of germs. That’s how the immune system works rapidly in the body.” Survivallife.com

I’m just so happy it healed from that stab wound caused by a kitchen knife.img1531796116794.jpg

 

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