i had quite a scare this afternoon. i was working in the rumpus on my laptop, updating my twitter account and the CAST blog and my facebook page when i decided to check on my mobile which was in our bedroom. four missed calls and an SMS which said "love, i'm going to the hospital, i cut my finger."

my husband usually helps out in my uncle's charcoal chicken shop on saturdays. visions of the big sharp knives they have in the kitchen flashed through my mind in quick succession. my first thought was: if it was just a simple cut, it wouldn't require a trip to the hospital, would it?

i quickly changed into decent clothes, changed my daughter as well and packed stuff into my trusty nappy bag --- an extra change of clothes for hubby, nappies, clothes, a container of nibbles and a bottle of water for my daughter, medicare cards, my wallet and my mobile. grabbed the car keys and sped out of the estate.

the sky was overcast, and i was praying on the way.

then ciggy, my husband called. he wasn't in the hospital, but in a private clinic. i said i can't talk, i'm driving but i'll see you shortly.

it was just a cut. or cuts, should i say. two fingers (the middle and the ring) on his left hand. deep cuts. but he didn't need stitches. and there was a lot of blood.

there goes my chef.

but thank you Lord, he's ok.

a few minutes after, we were in my aunt's cafe kitchen, and he was again handling a knife, preparing my lunch. my knees were still trembling at this point, but i was able to breathe again. all in a day's work.