Today is my children's piano recital. It is the one big hoopla of the year. I am playing duets with both of them, and we have been practicing for two months. I am probably more nervous than them.
And today, when trimming flowers for their teacher, I sliced off most of my fingernail and the top of my finger with a razer. And not one of those insignificant fingers (not that there are any in piano). I sliced off my pointer finger.
It's been two hours and the bleeding has finally stopped. It alternately hurts like heck and feels numb. Or both at the same time. I can't touch anything. In addition my head is killing me from the rush of adrenaline and the hormones that tried to send me into shock have sent my blood sugar plunging. I'd like to crawl under a rock and sleep.
But grandparents are on their way. My five year old is home. The house is a mess and the dishes aren't done (water is NOT a good thing for an open wound), and I really, really need to write. Except I can only type with one hand.
On top of that, I have to figure out how to refinger the duets so that I can play without using my mangled one.
This is not turning out to be one of my better days.