Monday, February 26, 2007

Buying stock in Band-Aids!

Self injury.

I can go weeks without a bruise.
Or cut.
Or near fatal injury.

And then I go weeks with nothing but.
This week alone I have:
-Acquired a large purplish and black bruise on my right thigh from a chance meeting between my thigh and the corner of a stray desk.
-Sliced my index finger open while cutting toasted tortillas.
-Burned a pretty little design on my arm with an oven rack during my only real cooking attempt of this semester.
-Stabbed my palm while absently playing tossing games with a pen knife.
-Received a series of paper cuts from a stack of origami sheets.
-And, of course, sliced my knee (not to mention my favorite jeans) on a particularly slippery and sharp patch of ice.

Oh, I forgot to mention the two raw hangnails and the scab on my calf that I had scratched off causing more bleeding than a person should have from a two-week old bug bite.

Then there is the matter of my eye. It’s swollen and gross looking. That, however, is a vastly different story.

Bring on the fun.
Bring on the pain.

Comments:
That is no fair. If you are going to talk about the eye you need to tell why it is gross looking. I NEED to know that story too...
 
I will tell the story of my eye, but first ti must come to its conclusion.
I don't think a crusty red eye deserves a two-parter.
 
An insurance policy on you would be a better bet than the lottery!
Oh, the Mega Millions is $267,000,000 today. What could I do? UM
 
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