Anyone need a hand model for scar cream?

This afternoon while sitting at my desk, working on OfficeCalendar Version 6 documentation, I turned both of my palms over and carefully examined them. I had put on Burt's Bees Hand Salve about an hour before and needed to see if it was working yet. After all, women are supposed to have soft hands, and sometimes my cuticles and joints look like they've been through a battlefield.

Then I realized something for the first time since my awful knife-sticking accident. And it hit me like a cast-iron pan across my forehead.

My hand will never be the same.

Kinda scary to look at it this perspective. I always viewed it as a war injury, something tough and with a good story. But there's really no good story here, only stupidity masked by frozen biscuits.

I don't suppose I updated any of you on how it looks post-injury, but props to the medical peeps at PrimaCare for stitching me up so well. But it still doesn't take away the shock factor that I forever changed part of my appearance in .086 seconds.

Note Kevin's blinking IM window. He makes the day go by faster.

Now I understand how those who have survived a traumatic accident, only to come out on the other end altered, understand how life can be changed with a blink of your eyes...only on a MUCH MUCH smaller scale.

This may seem very silly to some of you. I understand why you see that it that way. (In my defense, I have a tiny point and shoot camera...not one of those fancy pants ones that capture REAL images. This photo makes the scar look more minimal than it really is.)

And maybe this tiny feeling of sadness hit at a vulnerable moment in my thoughts, but I think I'll feel a little differently about my "war injury" from this point forward. Although it may be a small scar, it represents a lot...learning to appreciate life and what you have, even if that means having a perfect hand. And maybe to be more careful in the kitchen.