A Chocolate Emergency
Be careful how you satisfy your chocolate cravings. Mine landed me in the ER today.
My sisters sent me my own private stash of good Lindt balls to help in my surgical recovery, but I didn’t want to waste those on an simple, after-lunch craving.
Stocked in the freezer was a hunk of leftover chocolate ganache from my son’s birthday cake, wrapped in the Ziploc I’d used to pipe it onto the cake.
I positioned the black plastic container on my lap and chipped at the frozen hunk of chocolate with a steak knife. Only little fragments flaked off, and I wanted to slice right through it and get a big slab. So I stab the knife straight down into the hunk with the tip of the knife . . . .
Or maybe don’t picture it.
This is what it all looked like after we returned from the ER. Chocolate properly sliced, but no longer edible after the knife came out of my leg.
My neighbor carted me off to the ER where the staff assessed the situation and then had a good laugh behind the closed door.
My prognosis for recovery is good. One little stitch and I didn’t injure the muscle.
Now I understand the post op instruction to exercise caution in my weakened condition. Apparently even adults in this state of recovery need babysitters.
I apologize if your next post-op prescription now includes: Do not use a knife without supervision, even in a chocolate emergency.