I Almost Didn't Get a New Nickname

So I have been having a recurring panic attack for the last few days. Maybe if I write it down, it will go away. Or maybe it will just give everyone ammunition to make fun of me. Either way, someone will get something out of it.

A few days ago I was putting something down the garbage disposal when I noticed it making a horrible sound. I turned the disposal off and ... STUCK MY HAND DOWN IT.

That sounds stupid bad enough right there. But it gets better. Or worse.

See, the switch for our garbage disposal is in a really weird place. It is on the front of the counter, in the front of the sink. I am constantly hitting it with my hip and turning it on. So, back to my story.

There I was, my right hand completely shoved down into gently reaching into the garbage disposal when I felt something against my hip. You guessed it.

I immediately jerked my hand up out of the disposal. I looked down and I had turned the switch half-way on. The disposal did not come on, but it was close enough to give me a panic attack.

I know what you are thinking. It is probably something like "OMG, that has got to be one of the dumbest things you (or anyone else for that matter) has ever done." I'm not disagreeing.

It took me an hour to calm down. And still now when I think about, I feel my heart start to speed up and may face gets flushed. I mean, I would not only have lost my hand, but I would have had to become LEFT-HANDED. And left-handed people freak me out (Sorry all you guys - but you hold a pencil weird and bump my elbows when we eat. *shiver*).

Thank God for my loving, wonderful, supportive husband. The next day I e-mailed him to tell him how I was still freaked out that I almost grinded my hand off. He responded with "Had it happened, I would not have called you stubby."