My Cousin is one of the most fascinating and beautiful folks I know.
Wait. Perhaps I should start at the beginning.
So Saturday night, after a lovely afternoon of painting and then a massive trip to the grocery store, I came home to unload and start supper. I wasn’t doing the best I could do, and I cut my finger. No blame anywhere except myself. I was tired, I wasn’t paying attention and slice–right through my left ring finger on the side up near the nail.
Bleeding. For days.
Okay. I exaggerate. Slightly.
It bled for an hour. Which can seem like an eternity when it’s your blood. I put ice and pressure on it and every single time I checked it, it started right back to flowing forth.
Anxiety Girl came and sat down on the couch with me where I sat trying to stop the bleeding and keep my finger elevated. She shook her head at me, and then she whispered, “So you think this could finally be IT? I mean, that’s a lot of blood coming out of there. You might even need stitches. You probably are feeling a bit woozy, light-headed, huh?”
And you know what? She was RIGHT. I was feeling dizzy. Just how much blood had I lost? Could you lose too much blood through a finger cut?
I finally did what I’ve done for close to three years now.
Without my Mama to talk me down and tell me what to do, I called my Cousin, because she’s all about the healing. She knows all the things. When she didn’t answer, I called my Aunt. Because she knows just how many “poor babies” I need in any given situation, and she has met Anxiety Girl, and she is all about the healing things too.
We assessed the situation and realized that while I didn’t have the perfect remedies here, I did have a *fingers crossed* suitable substitute. At least until I could talk to my Cousin. So I applied the cream I had here and covered it with a bandaid and thought all the positive thoughts.
Okay, mostly positive thoughts. I was still worried. A bit.
Okay, a lot.
But that Anxiety Girl–she’s a persistent one. It’s hard to shake her.
It was then that my Cousin called back.
She said the cream could maybe help, but that applying cayenne pepper to the cut would stop the bleeding very quickly. “It will sting,” she said. “But it will do the job.”
Well, doing the job was what I was worried about. Stinging I figured I could handle. I was raised with that one bottle of Mercurochrome at my Granny’s, so I know stinging.
Aub stood by with the bottle of cayenne pepper, a little too eager for my comfort level, but she insisted she was only trying to help. I unwrapped the bandage and lo and behold–no blood!
Hallelujah. That cayenne pepper is so good it worked metaphysically.
My Cousin and I celebrated over the phone, and I thanked her. She is such a blessing to all of us, and I hope she knows that. As we talked, she apologized for not getting the call when I first tried to call her. She had been out checking her very pregnant Mama Goat. She said it looked like it could be another little bit before Mama gives birth. She just hopes the birth won’t happen on one of these nights with the lows in the 20’s.
My mouth dropped open. “You are one of the most fascinating creatures God ever created,” I told her, and I meant every word. She is. And she’s funny and clever and kind too.
She and I are each working on a temperature blanket for 2016. We will crochet a Granny stripe each day with the color based on the high temperature of the day. We planned out our original colors, but the more I thought about it, the more I didn’t like the true green with the other colors we chose. I stayed up late into the night worrying over it a couple of nights ago.
My Cousin stays up late worrying over birthing goats.
I owe her this.
An epilogue to the story:
Due to all the injuries, both real and imagined, that happen around here and with our neighborfriends, we were nearly out of bandaids here at the house. This sent me into mini-panic mode Saturday night, as I knew I needed a band-aid to hold my wound together–at least until it started healing on its own.
The next morning Aub and I went to the Getting Place, and I went straight to the bandage section. I found all kinds of neat things to wrap around my wound–er, ahem, I mean–cut. As Justin Case handed me several different packages including finger “covers,” Aub shook her head and said, “Mama! You’re going to wind up spending $100 on band-aids and bandages.” She sounded more than a little exasperated and very near to being fully incensed.
I held my finger up high for any and all around to see, and I announced a little louder than usual, “I have injured my finger. Do not judge.” And I added a pack of Star Wars band-aids to my cart for good measure.
Because Star Wars. And if you have to wear them, why not wear ones that are cool and make you happy?
I hurt my lil’ ol’ finger, y’all.
Tonight I’m thankful for the ones who are here who take my calls. Or call me back. Either way. The ones who put up with my silly woes and worries and help me heal. Not just my finger, but my heart and soul–the little bits of me that miss the way my Mama would tell me in that way she had that “it will either get better or it will get worse–and then you’ll know.” She usually followed up that statement with words that let me know she fully expected “it”–whatever it was–would get better. Just give it time.
Wishing you all folks in your posse who love you and have all the best healing powers. And I wish you matching yarn and plenty of band-aids–whatever your favorites are. Because sometimes it’s the little things that ease your spirit.
Love to all.
***oh and I’m thankful I didn’t have to actually use the cayenne pepper this time around*** But NOW I know…..