Real blood and gore on Oct 31st ~ 'cause I'm livin' large, baby.

Happy Halloween, y'all!  Are you dressed up?  Down?  Twirl it all around?  I am!  I could best describe my accidental costume as a flannel PJ pants (it's 80+ outside, naturally), paper thin long sleeve shirt (11 years old and complete with moth holes, naturally) wearin', ratty haired ain't even brushed my teeth self employed bleeding artist.

BRB.

You know how they say you can't smell your own breath?  They lie.

As for the bleeding part, if you are easily grossed out like I am you should stop reading this post after the first 2 pictures.  'Cause it's about to get really grody up in here.  In fact maybe you should just stop reading right now. 

For those of you still here,  first something pretty:

New Focals listed on Etsy today!

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Yesterday evening I stabbed myself with a sharp rod shard

on the pointer Finger of my right hand,

and it's just over half an inch long and to the bone.

I was told by a nurse friend when I shoved this

all up in his face that it should have

a couple of stitches in it, but since I didn't go immediately

to have that done and it's now been overnight the best thing

for me to do is keep it clean, dry, and bandaged. 

He might have mentioned something about Tetanus,

but my ear holes typically slam shut

when anyone even threatens to say the word

 Shot.

I took this photo while changing the dressing,

which involves holding it under water

to keep the constant flow of blood at bay

(gross!)

long enough to rinse it, dry it, and slap some

medicated gauzy goodness on

before retaping it with another butterfly bandage.

Not.

Pretty.

It doesn't hurt nearly as much as it looks like it should,

but I think it's safe to say there won't be any torchin'

goin' on for a few days, and that's a whole new kind of

BOO.

But look!

Something pretty!

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