knowledge of events before they take place; foreknowledge
It's not like I see or speak to the dead, but I just know when something bad is going to happen. It's like the hairs on the back of my neck stick up and I get a feeling deep in my gut.
Even before I went to the market yesterday to get fixings for today's dinner, I had a thought that PF Chang's carryout would be nice. Did I listen? No.
This afternoon, I had a fleeting thought about my cooking tools, but the message wasn't so clear, or I'd have listened to the voice in my head that told me, gee, it's been awhile since you sharpened that knife. That was all of 20 seconds before the knife blade met the parsley, and inadvertently, my thumb.
And just as I ignored the voice that warned of the dull knife, I am ignoring the certain knowledge that 2, or more likely 3 to 4 stitches are in order. I just can't spend my night off at urgent care having the tip of my thumb sewn back on. I finally found steri-strips and a bandage that's got enough padding to keep me from bumping the stupid thing and making it bleed all over again. It is a bit clumsy, but I'm workin' it. No?
Thanks to my kids, I have plenty of analgesics in the house.
Note to self: please arrange carryout for next Mother's Day.