I am typing this post one handed whilst recovering from quite an embarrassing operation on my left hand which took place on Monday.
Everything started on Saturday evening whilst eating a Savoyard Fondue. I really like fondue but was loosing patience as I kept loosing my piece of bread from my fondue fork each time I left it in the cheese. I don’t know if you’ve shared this experience but it is really frustrating when you take your fork out of the cheese and oops, your bread slips off the end and disappears into the depths of the fondue never to be seen again…
After loosing my bread for the umpteenth time I was becoming increasingly frustrated (not to mention hungry) so I decided to take things into my hands (literally). The trick with fondue is to make sure that your bread is securely skewered onto the fondue fork so that you don’t loose it in the cheese.
Holding the piece of bread in one hand and the fork in the other, I attempted to skewer the bread, but the bread broke and the fork went straight though it and planted itself right into my left hand! Apparently words could not describe the grimace on my face or the pained howl I unleashed. All I can remember was blood all over the place and an extreme discomfort as I removed the skewer from my hand. After, I drank plenty of Genepi to calm the pain whilst Hubby looked after disinfecting the cut on my hand.
Over the next 36 hours by hand seized up to the point where I was no longer able to move my ring finger. Wondering what I should do, I took myself down to Les Urgences thinking that I would need an x-ray or something and that they’d then send me on my way with some painkillers and maybe antibiotics.
Two hours after arriving, I was sent for an emergency surgical consult as the A&E Doctor was worried that the wound was infected deep inside and that I may have severed a tendon. Everything was going so fast I was barely understanding what was going on even though I don’t have any problem understanding French usually. It was maybe too far fetched from what I was used to in the UK to believe that they would actually want to operate on me without having to wait weeks for an appointment first!
I called Hubby to try and explain what was going on and I must have been mumbling so much about operations and betadine showers he came straight down to the hospital. He was able to ascertain that I was to be operated on as soon as my system was clear of food and he was even able to check that the surgeon was reputable!
Everyone at the hospital was so nice even though they all had a chuckle at my expense and my hospital file described in acute detail that it was a Savoyard Fondue fork! Trust a foreigner to stick a Fondue fork in their hand! Even the surgeon caught on and said there was enough bread and cheese in my hand to feed two!
I’m now at home and the pain is getting easier to cope with but that may be to do with all the painkillers I’m taking!
Next time you eat a Fondue remember this story and be careful with your fork!!! There won’t be a next time for me, I’ll be sticking to Raclette!!!