Coming to a school in which knives were constantly by your side had me worried that I was putting myself at risk for more injuries. However, since I've gotten here, I've proudly stayed fairly intact.
A few cuts here and there weren't a big deal, nor were the burns I received during my cooking theory practical as I hurriedly purreed my tomato sauce with minutes to spare; scalding red liquid searing my hands as it splattered out of the pot.
No, cuts and burns are much too expected, and my injuries are anything but. Since I've been here, I've managed to have my thumb blow up to the size of a grapefruit multiple times from whisking for hours on end. I've had an extremely swollen forearm from folding flour-less chocolate cake batter and countless meringues.
But the most amusing injury so far has been the popping of a blood vessel on the top of my hand. The sad part is, this didn't even happen in the kitchen, however I do have kitchen tools to blame. You see, my friend, Jordan, has decided that the most fun activity he can do daily is to trip me while I walk so I stumble. After this happened everyday for 3 months, I decided to smack his arm to get him to stop. However, his chef thermometer in his chef jacket decided to greet the back of my hand. Immediately I saw the vein turn green.
"Jordan! Something's wrong...did you break my hand?" I sputtered while I watched my hand swell and change color before my very eyes.
Apparently popping blood vessels was something he'd done many times and assured me it would heal soon. I wasn't so sure, as it changed color 8 times during the course of the day. The swollen lump looked like an extra hand on top of mine, and was pulsing with pain throughout the day. By the time I got to Science Connection lab that afternoon, it was so painful I decided to fashion a make-shift ice pack. I filled a latex glove with ice and taped it to my hand with masking tape, there literally was another hand on top of mine. Though it looked ridiculous, I was able to perform the task of sautéing kale with minimal pain.
After the pain had subsided, I found the humor in the situation. I called it my "mood hand," as like a mood ring it changed color several times throughout the next few days.
While the swelling and discoloration has disappeared, the top of my right his is still tender to the touch. The pain is