I hurt myself today. And not just to see if I still felt. (That’s a reference to a song. Anybody know the name of the song?)I hurt myself today. And not just to see if I still felt. (That’s a reference to a song. Anybody know the name of it?)
I was carrying a large box down the narrow stairwell of my apartment building and gauged a chunk of my knuckle off on the stucco. It didn’t hurt right away but I knew there was going to be damage. I waited until I got to my car before I looked at it. Don’t you love it when you can see a giant pit where your flesh used to be? And then it takes a few minutes for the blood to start oozing? I ended up going to the pharmacy to buy knuckle band-aids and antiseptic spray before going to the post office. Here’s what my finger looks like now (warning: contains icky images):
It may not look like much but it’s deep.
I would also like to complain to the makers of cameras how hard it is to use a camera if you don’t have the use of your right hand. You need to use your knee to hold the camera and then your left hand gets in the way of the flash when you try to push the shutter button. That’s why the top photo is blurry. Camera makers are so inconsiderate.