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In Sickness & Health -OR- My Bloody Valentine

So last weekend was Valentines Day, and let’s just say it didn’t go so well.

As you may have read, Amanda recently had surgery on her hip to repair a nasty labral tear that had been bothering her for a while. As if two-weeks of being trapped in our apartment to deal with post-op pain wasn’t bad enough, on Sunday she woke up with a nasty cough. After a delightful Valentines Day brunch at Good (best egg sandwich in NYC–for reals!) it was clear that she needed medical attention.  I mean, who wouldn’t want to spend Valentines Day at the 24-hour clinic?

Thankfully, not a lot of people get sick on Valentines Day. There was a couple scrapbooking in the waiting room which was pretty funny–another romantic V-Day adventure. The wait was only about an hour before the doctor could see Amanda. She had bronchitis. baaawww:(

Fast forward to dinner, the main event.  In light of Amanda’s condition, we decided just to cook together and have a romantic night in.  We choose a family recipe, Bulgarian Pork Meatballs and Tzatziki with an Olive Oil & Lemon Potoato Salad. We get to work and things are starting to smell good. Bronchitis, leg pain, the doctor–all in the past. It’s Valentines Day and we’re in love. What could go wrong? This could:

While slicing cucumbers with a mandolin, I slipped and sent the tip of my finger past the blade. Blood. Everywhere. It was AWESOME. Always the photojournalist, I tried to get Amanda to snap some pictures but as it turned out she was more concerned with my well being than taking a sweet picture.  Go figure! Here’s fuzzy one:

I set up in the bathroom with my hand over the sink while Amanda limped around the apartment, finished cooking all by herself, and Googled “tip of finger sliced off what to do.”  Eventually we wrapped it in cotton gauze and sat down for dinner and a movie.  The food was delicious and the movie was okay.  Regardless, it was a relaxing change of pace from the hectic evening.

Right before bed I wanted to change the bandage, but I didn’t anticipate that the wound would have scabbed through the cotton gauze.  Not only was it excruciatingly painful to take off the bandage, but it started the bleeding all over again.  It was another couple of hours before it calmed down enough for us to sleep.

Achy, exhausted, coughing, and bloody, we finally were able to put this disastrous Valentines Day behind us.  A little bit worse for the wear, but no less in love.