Twelve days ago, I was helping out in someone's kitchen, doing some dishwashing, not wearing rubber gloves.
Foolish I know, but I can't properly feel what I'm doing with thick rubber gloves on. Besides, I've worn the gloves for twenty or more years and it hasn't made a bit of difference to my dry skin, nor has it prevented my nails from breaking, splitting, tearing....
Anyway, there I was, fishing around in the suds and a steak knife slipped through my fingers. And sliced in. Quite deeply.
I raced into the bathroom, held my fingers under cold running water and called out for paper towel and bandaids.
Got dried and bandaided, pulled on the rubber gloves (to keep the bandaids dry) and finished washing up. And drying up. And put away all those dishes.
One week later, the cut was completely healed and I could hardly see where it was.
One day later, another knife incident. This time just the tip of a cooks knife nicked another finger.
Not a real cut, so no bleeding, but again I decided I should probably put the gloves on.
My own sink. My own steak knife. My thumb.
Cold water rinse, paper towel dry, apply bandaids.
Pull on the rubber gloves and finish washing up.
I hate the rubber gloves, but my choice is clear.
Wear the gloves or never wash dishes again.
Or....maybe I should just not wash the sharp knives.
I do like to wash dishes......
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