And I say to you...HOLY CRAP

Uhhhhhhhhh...what a terrible weekend. It is amazing how much two days can suck.

On Saturday we went to a wedding. The wedding itself was beautiful, but the reception was at Panos Charhouse. Yuck! Yuck! The food there is.....not the best. But at least we were spared from eating most of it. We were seated at the last table in the reception hall, so by the time we got up to the buffet, it was mostly empty. And there are apparently no refills at Panos's. So, we ate mashed potatoes and buttered noodles. But I think it may have been a blessing. The creamed chicken and beef tips looked a little...abused, if you know what I mean.

Sunday started out well. Eric and I went to Barthel's Fruit Farm and picked apples and plums. This was to be the first of two trips to the orchard this year. We were working towards the ultimate goal of homemade apple butter, which calls for quarts and quarts of homemade applesauce. We started out strong. We picked our apples, found a food mill, and we were on our way to our first finished batch of applesauce when tragedy struck. I was scooping cooked apples into the food mill, which was being operated by Eric, when I accidentally hit his knuckles with a spoon full of hot, hot, hot! apples. He jerked back, as anyone would who had just been burned, and the mill full of apples splashed onto his left hand.

It was pretty bad after that. We ended up going to urgent care and Eric came out with his left hand completely wrapped and his right hand mostly wrapped up. I was so guilty and freaked out, I felt terrible. It is amazing how much a little inattention can cost you. At the urgent care they were talking about scarring and physical therapy, and how he might lose some movement in his left hand. By the time the vist was over I was a total mess. Especially because of the fear of the loss of movement. If Eric couldn't play his guitar, he would be devastated.

But the next day Eric went to his doctor and it wasn't nearly as bad as all his bandages indicated. He finally emerged with only one small bandage on his right hand a three small bandages on his left hand. The worst is a blister the size of a nickel on his left pinky and a small spot on his left thumb that blistered and burst almost immediately. The burns won't scar or impede hand movement in any way, and in two or three days he will be able to cover them up with regular bandaids. His pain has reduced dramatically, too. He doesn't even need to take Advil anymore. The doctor even released him to play volleyball next Monday, so he is well on his way to recovery.

But I still feel like shit! And I am not sure if we will continue with the applesauce making....