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
Maybe we should come up with an ADF cookbook or something. After all, think of how wonderful life would be if everybody knew how to make things like, oh, heart borscht and "BURNING BURNING MAKE IT STOP" salsa?
Especially when the salsa calls for tiny potatoes carved to look like skulls!
OMG who could possibly turn away from such a delicacy? You could give them little ginger tongues to facilitate burning and peppercorn eye-hollows... oh, and of course serve it on a tray carried on the back of frightened infidel crawling on all fours and wearing interesting clothes.
If Indiana Jones has taught us anything they must be a drugged infidel wearing tattered clothing and worshiping a large Sugar Baby candy.
You know, it occurs to me that Sugar Babies could easily be carved into tiki gods and the like.
Just some food for thought, or however that goes.