Man Down!

Jason and I decided to make dinner last night; chicken, potatoes and fruit salad.

It's been really, really hot lately. Over 35o CELCIUS. For the American folks, find yourself a handy dandy conversion webpage and work it out. It's damn hot. Considering that it's only JUST Spring here? I'd say we're going to be all melted puddles of flesh by the time Summer comes around. Something to look forward to.

Anyway, I don't know if I've mentioned it here, but while I was studying at university, I worked part time in a juice bar. Because of that, I like to think I'm pretty good at annihilating chopping up fruit pieces, especially pineapple and watermelon. Actually, I can hack at nearly any fruit and still make it look good. With the exception of mangoes. I really cannot cut up mangoes.

We got the chicken and the potatoes ready. We got matching chopping boards ready. We got all the fruit out, ready to go. We were very organised kitchen-chooks last night.

I decided to take the pineapple, watermelon and rockmelon, because if you haven't already noticed, I like to show off my chopping skills. Jase got the mangoes, and the kiwifruit. We got to chopping. All was going well, except the mangoes that looked like piles of goop. (but they tasted good!)

Until those fateful words;

Ouch! I just cut myself!

Of course, I invisioned blood flying everywhere; so I rushed over, grabbed his hand and shoved it under the tap. Turns out, the poor dear had been peeling a kiwifruit, and had slipped and peeled a chunk off his pointer finger. It was pretty horrid too.

I rushed to get some bandaids, and put one on his finger. That's when Jase started swaying a wee bit, saying some more fateful words;

I feel dizzy.

I had hold hold of his shoulders and was trying to keep him steady, and then we did a bit of a slow dance wobble. His eyes then proceeded to roll back in his head, and in slow motion, he crashed backwards. Luckily I had my hand at the back of his head because we have tiled floors (ouch!) and he didn't get hurt on the floor. Then he opened up his eyes and said;

What am I doing on the floor?

He's okay, I fussed about him like a grandma for the rest of the night (and this morning too) but I've never seen anything so terrifying in my life. His eyes, and how close his head came to hitting the floor, geez. My poor baby! Perhaps he'd be safer cutting the "big fruits" next time, and I can look after the peeling.

Love you Jase, stay away from sharp objects today for me please.

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jason said...

im still at a loss on how that happened :S

30andflirty said...

Oh my goodness! So glad he's feeling better. it's probably best that he didn't remember getting to the floor. Poor thing.

Ngaire said...

Jason hope you are feeling better! Aly I love the way you can retell events! I find myself hanging onto every word as I read them! You most certainly have the gift of the gab.

Jen said...

Holy crap, passing out peeling a kiwi fruit?! See, this is why I don't eat fruit. It's dangerous stuff.

Poor Jason, I hope he feels okay now!

janet said...

glad he is okay! my boyf is sooo squeamish about blood that his eyes start rolling back in his head just at the thought of such an accident!!

kirby said...

I desperatley want to chuckle...

WHY is it always guys who pass out at the sight of blood though? Shane (AKA, arsehead) does the same thing...(except he's nearly 7feet tall and always required more than one person to hold him up)...

Hope you're feeling better, Jason. Sorry for chuckling....

You can all laugh and point and mock next time I injur myself.

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