kimcidents


The Ree Bar Kimcident What can I say? This one is a real doozey to which I still bare a prominent scar. It happened while installing the mini ties around our newly built patio on the August long week-end of 2002. The ree bars (which hold the mini ties in place) were not hammered down yet and on my way inside to get a drink of water I grazed passed one of them. It felt like a simple abrasion but when I got into the house I realized it was much worse. If you've ever had a cut this deep you'll know they don't start to bleed right away so I had just enough time to get to the bathroom and stick my leg in the tub. I used the shower head to clean it and began to wonder after several minutes of washing my blood down the drain and having no bandages in the house if anyone was going to come and check on me. Eventually somebody did asking if I was O. K. only to have me reply "No, I'm bleeding quite badly". I should have gone to the hospital for stitches but it was a long week-end so instead I tensored a maxi pad to my leg (very absorbent and the dry weave covering didn't stick to the wound!) and was up and digging again in about twenty minutes.	The Squished Finger Kimcident This one happened at work sometime in the late spring or early summer of 2005. I was grabbing my bottle of water from the fridge (accursed water! again my thirst maims me) and well, my finger got caught in the seal of the door as it closed. It's the kind of pain that makes you dance around cursing and strongly desiring to rip the door off it's hinges for hurting you (not unlike the time I broke my baby toe on my bathroom door frame, it didn't look that impressive so I have no pictures but boy what a Snapping sound it made!). It started to bruise up right away but the really interesting stuff didn't start happening until several days later when the blood started to push from the damaged flesh bellow up through my finger nail. It didn't get to the point you see in this picture until several weeks later when the top nail started to die and flake off. By this point it didn't really hurt anymore it just looked really awful! It took several months to fully heal.

The Cuba Gash Kimcident This cut in itself is not that impressive; what makes it interesting is where and how it happened. It was my last night in Cuba and me and my new found friends decided to go for one last night swim in the resort pool. It was around one in the morning and as usual we were starting to feel chilly and decided to move on to the hot tub. We pretty much went through this routine every night in the week we were there. I pulled me self out of the pool and grabbed my towel only to have my friend Jim say "Hey Kim, you r bleeding". A little surprised I replied "really? where?" Jim said my right leg was bleeding and I looked down and exclaimed "Oh look. So it is." What's odd about it is that I could not feel the cut (and no, I wasn't that drunk) and I have no idea to this day how I got it.	A Doozey of a Bruisey I achieved this one while helping my husband on an exploring related photo shoot. Part of my duties involve carrying equipment like back backs with flashlights and stuff and totting around his tripod (the evil one that hit me in the face on our way to Cuba) so that it's easily accessible to him. Well these types of shoots often involve a certain degree of risk and sometimes running is necessary, I usually wear old clothes that are sometimes a bit big on me. So here I am with thirty pounds on my back, a tripod in my arms and the crotch of my pants not at my crotch and we need to run. The safe area is up a ledge about three feet high which is fine if you 6'0 but a little more complex if you 5'3. Needless to say I went down, hard; and then immediately picked my ass up and kept running (I didn't drop the tripod either, stupid tripod.). Rob got some fantastic shots that day and I got a cool bruise and an even cooler story.

The Story of My Tooth This is by far the oddest of the kimcident stories. I had been experiencing some discomfort in my lower right canine for a a little while but pretty much blew it off as sensitivity because the gum was starting to recede in that spot. I'm not a fan of Dentists but I had made an appointment with a new one in about a month for a cleaning and a check up and pretty much left it at that. A couple of weeks later I started to get some pain from the area and thought that my tooth brush was too hard and was cutting my gum because I had been getting a little bit of blood. A couple of days later my summer holiday started and the pain started to become really intense and I was taking several pain killers a day to no avail. By the Monday It was pretty unbearable so I called the Dentist to see if they could get me in for a much earlier appointment. They squeezed me in that Wednesday which was an eternity as far as I was concerned. When I got to the Dentist they did the usual new patient stuff; paper work, x-rays, a questionnaire (I was getting pretty cranky by this point). When they finally got around to examining my tooth they made a fairly unusual discovery; it was fractured. There was a hole going right through the root of my tooth which is where the blood was coming from. The Dentist said to me, "this certainly explains your discomfort" (I love how Dentists use the word discomfort to describe mind numbing pain). She had never seen anything like it and decided to consult the senior Dentist on staff, apparently I am an enigma. He asked if I had a mouth piercing, I said " no"; he asked if I had been hit in the mouth with anything and I said "no" to that too. Apparently the tooth is to far gone to save so the first Dentist palpated it (hollowed it out) and put a temporary in until I can get an implant done. Forty three hundred dollars (OUCH!)! I am planning on scheduling the first part of the procedure for sometime after January. So stay tuned for the next exciting chapter in 'The Story of My Tooth!'