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!
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
I took this photo while changing the dressing,
which involves holding it under water
to keep the constant flow of blood at bay
long enough to rinse it, dry it, and slap some
medicated gauzy goodness on
before retaping it with another butterfly bandage.
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