Yesterday I decided to get off my butt and get my garlic planted. Hubby was home from work sneezing and coughing all over the place and generally driving me crazy. I pulled 2 bunches of garlic down from the basement, grabbed my poultry shears and went out to cut the tops off the garlic. Apparently my finger got in the way. What a dingbat I am. I ended up with a tetanus shot and 6 stitches. No pictures of the stitches, because I'm sure that is not what you want to see. The garlic is going to have to wait awhile now.
On a bright note, the nurse is a big gardener herself. We chatted about gardening and canning while the doctor worked. It was quite pleasant actually, considering what was happening with my hand.
I'm finding it difficult to do much of anything right now. Toby is mad that he didn't get his walk today. It is hard to control a 85lb dog with one hand. He's pretty good, but not that good.
