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Before I sleep: the Salad Incident

There was a Salad Incident this evening. I have yet to go to the corner drugstore for medical tape, but I probably should do this. Greenware is very dangerous to play around with. I was trying to extract a salad bowl from the cupboard. I grabbed the big blue-and-purple dollar store bowl, but wouldn't you know, it fouled with a coffee cup on the way out. I tried to juggle them both to a safe landing, and was completely taken by surprise when somewhere on the way down, the coffee cup came to no harm but the bowl shattered into quite a few million pieces.

"Oh dear," I said, or words to that effect. hcolleen rushed over to my aid.

It was about at this time that I noticed that there was a nice slice through the top of my right ring finger, at an angle so it was both leaking at a steady rate and also not hurting as much as a cut like that should.

I warned hcolleen that I was going to be pouring alcohol on this (fresh out of hydrogen peroxide), so to please not be alarmed if I screamed. She appreciated the warning. I didn't scream, and patched myself up with adhesive bandages to hand, hoping that I wouldn't need stitches. hcolleen fished the notable pieces out of the sink and into the trash can. Hooray for hcolleen!

In the shower tonight, when the bandages inevitably fell off (I'd hoped to keep them on and swap them out after, for maximum not-disturbing-the-wound) I saw to my surprise that the thing seems to have sealed itself. I see the semicircle of discoloration where the edges of the wound are, but it looks and feels not half as horrible as it was earlier. It's re-bandaged, and isn't doing anything alarming.

My foot, on the other hand, is still not happy. I seem to have picked up another bruise on the bottom of it. Are there routinely rocks that I step on wrong? I don't like limited mobility, especially when I have the energy but it just HURTS to walk on.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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