July 6th, 2006
|03:36 pm - More bloodletting!|
Things are currently going well. I've read everyone's LJ's in the past three or four days, and am about to catch up on the past three days chronologically.
I appreciate that some of you have been less than verbose. :)
To compliment my cut-open foot, I have now sliced open my hand. On the 4th of July, I was doing dishes and was trying to clean out the inards of a glass when the glass shattered (damn my big hands) and a large chunk of glass slid easily into the knuckle of my right index finger. It went fairly deep, and there was no pain (it was obviously very sharp. So no tearing occurred, and it's not a long cut, but it is definitely deep. There's some pain for typing and mouse clicking, and given the location of the cut and the depth of the shard, I imagine that I nicked the tendon that runs across the back of my knuckle. I know what a small tear in a tendon feels like (every athelelte does), and this is a real small-scale feeling of that.
It hasn't really stopped bleeding. Well, I take that back. It has started, then stopped, then started again about six times. My band-aid supply is running very low at this point. Between two dressings that need replaced at least twice daily, I've gone through a pack and a half in the past 2 or 3 weeks.
I honestly believe that I didn't truly believe that glass could cut the human body. I think that I thought it just. . . didn't do that. I think this has to do with the fact that I have never been cut by glass in the past, nor seen anyone cut by it. I've walked on glass, stepped on broken bottles, and never had it cut me. So mostly, this entire episode was accompanied by wide-eyed wonderment and surprise.
I mean, I thought glass hurting a person was an old wives' tale. Kind of like putting salt on a bird's tail. Well, old wives and the Red Cross. I saw enough training videos to know that the Red Cross certainly thought that glass was dangerous.
In all, my life is full of blood-letting, and I'm not even a devotee of Kali. Someone better fix the blood-letting, because I'm not fixing the devotee part. I've no desire to hang out with a goddess who has hearts ripped out and dips her sacrifices into a salsa made of burning! (Besides, I stick with deities I can believe in: I have a whole post fermenting about Usas and how I feel about her.)
And I think that tomorrow, for lunch, I will go to the library. There's some Microfilm I need to look at, unless something sexier comes along to steal me away from research. Tonight, I'm skipping out of work early (via a late lunch at 4:00) and at 4:30 or so, I'm going to the movie Hoot, which supposedly is entirely scored with Jimmy Buffett songs.
I'm really hoping to get a call tonight from someone. We'll see.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Creola", -JB
Jerk, what about Jenny's birthday?
Right after the movie. That's the plan.
Yeah, like you couldn't've gone to High Banks in that two hour or however long slot?
Admit it, you just aren't **X-TREME** enough!
I've had seeing Hoot planned for over a week. Even got special time off for it.
It's cheaper than renting it.
*laughs* Whatever. You should have said so, then!
Now leave me alone so I can hang out with someone nice, like Kali. >:P!!
*<-- actually going to go nap... which is even more X-treme*
Well, given the timing, I knew you couldn't make the show (4:30 PM), so inviting you would have been kinda moot. So I just went alone (tried to invite perlgirlju
but she was also working, which I kinda figured, but wasn't sure of).
Don't worry -- I wouldn't have gone anyway. :) I don't expect ya to invite me on all your plans. I just meant you should have told me that that was part of the reason you didn't want to go to High Banks because otherwise it was confusing.
Perlgirlju (how do you code that? "lj-user"?), I must admit, was here with me, talking about exploding produce, my dorky poetry, and something else I've now forgotten. Eeep!
Yes, <lj user=perlgirlju> = perlgirlju
And I knew you two were in kahoots. Just knew it.
Re: Highbanks, well, I thought I might be free after, but I wasn't.
Instead, I was downtown looking for a party I couldn't find. Which is amusing in its own way, but hey, such is life.
I should have printed out the directions. I think I know where I went wrong.
We were most certainly NOT wearing kahoots... or whatever that means...
Bummer on not finding the party, but I've found that some of the best times I've had in this town have occurred when I failed to make it to somewhere and wound up somewhere better. Did you start your own party in honour of Jenni, perhaps?
Someday, we're rocking out in Tucson, OH.
We were most patently NOT in Kahoots. I prefer male strippers bub!