As previously told my arch nemesis was a small rodent who Linlea and I defeated with stealth like a panda bear. Since then we have been busy moving into our new apartment and just settling in. With that comes the great opportunity to get to use our own stuff. Our own pots and pans, our own knifes, forks spoons and really cool glasses. Our own microwave(just got it, it is awesome.) And yes even our very own cheese grater. Those that know us really well know that we have a deep love for cheese. It is something that developed in early child hood and has grown into the great love that it is today. Alright so enough about our love cheese... on to the real point of this story.
Linlea was in class till six on Thursday, so I decided I would make dinner. We had all the stuff to try a salad that Linlea saw in one of the cook books. It is a barbecue chicken salad. So I got all the ingredients that were needed to make it, cucumber, tomato, corn, etc. Cooked up the chicken and then mixed some of that together. Then came time for my favorite part of cooking, grating the cheese. This has been one of my favorite parts for a long time. I can still hear the words of many master chefs(moms, grandmas...and the list goes on) "Heath get away from there, Heath get out of the cheese, that is for dinner get your hand out of there." Just to name a few times I recall. Anyway I love grating cheese, eating the cheese and everything about cheese. So last night i was grating some cheese to put into the salad. I got out our cool grater that folds up for easy storage. The downside to that is that it does not always stay open when your grating with it. So I started grating on the side with the smaller holes. (Warning if you have a weak stomach stop reading now.) I started grating and then the grater closed causing my hand to slip down. As it went down my finger begin to get grated as it went. The weird part was that it grated it in one spot the whole way down causing to be pretty deep. At this point I was not sure how deep it was. Right away it started gushing blood and not just like oh my finger is bleeding, but ohhhh ohhhh this is really bleeding. I grabbed a good wad of paper towels and covered it up.When the paper towel became red I ran it in some water under the sink and then grabbed more paper towels. It still would not stop bleeding. Finally i wrapped it really good with paper towels and then grabbed the electric tape and wrapped it up. When Linlea got home I told her the story and then we re wrapped it. This was about an hour later and it was still bleeding. At around 11 we took the wrap off and were going to check it and then re wrap it again. This was almost six hours after the initial onslaught when the grater attacked me and it was still bleeding. Although it had slowed down one would have to think six hours of bleeding is not good. Clearing the blood just long enough to take a picture and see how deep it was (pretty deep) the wrapped it up again. It is still wrapped up know and I will check soon enough and see what the status is. A valuable lesson learned though as the blood keeps coming, do not push down hard unless your sure that grater is stable. You know read the warning label before you grate any cheese. Who knew that the thing that I love would turn on me. The good news through all this. The Salad was really good and my wife took great care of me.
Linlea was in class till six on Thursday, so I decided I would make dinner. We had all the stuff to try a salad that Linlea saw in one of the cook books. It is a barbecue chicken salad. So I got all the ingredients that were needed to make it, cucumber, tomato, corn, etc. Cooked up the chicken and then mixed some of that together. Then came time for my favorite part of cooking, grating the cheese. This has been one of my favorite parts for a long time. I can still hear the words of many master chefs(moms, grandmas...and the list goes on) "Heath get away from there, Heath get out of the cheese, that is for dinner get your hand out of there." Just to name a few times I recall. Anyway I love grating cheese, eating the cheese and everything about cheese. So last night i was grating some cheese to put into the salad. I got out our cool grater that folds up for easy storage. The downside to that is that it does not always stay open when your grating with it. So I started grating on the side with the smaller holes. (Warning if you have a weak stomach stop reading now.) I started grating and then the grater closed causing my hand to slip down. As it went down my finger begin to get grated as it went. The weird part was that it grated it in one spot the whole way down causing to be pretty deep. At this point I was not sure how deep it was. Right away it started gushing blood and not just like oh my finger is bleeding, but ohhhh ohhhh this is really bleeding. I grabbed a good wad of paper towels and covered it up.When the paper towel became red I ran it in some water under the sink and then grabbed more paper towels. It still would not stop bleeding. Finally i wrapped it really good with paper towels and then grabbed the electric tape and wrapped it up. When Linlea got home I told her the story and then we re wrapped it. This was about an hour later and it was still bleeding. At around 11 we took the wrap off and were going to check it and then re wrap it again. This was almost six hours after the initial onslaught when the grater attacked me and it was still bleeding. Although it had slowed down one would have to think six hours of bleeding is not good. Clearing the blood just long enough to take a picture and see how deep it was (pretty deep) the wrapped it up again. It is still wrapped up know and I will check soon enough and see what the status is. A valuable lesson learned though as the blood keeps coming, do not push down hard unless your sure that grater is stable. You know read the warning label before you grate any cheese. Who knew that the thing that I love would turn on me. The good news through all this. The Salad was really good and my wife took great care of me. 
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