oops.
I'm typing and mousing left-handed today. I rolled over my wine glass last evening after I'd fallen asleep. Apparently I crushed the glass with my right hand, but the glass definitely got even with me.
D: That doesn't sound fun.
I normally stop drinking before I retire, but yesterday we planted a bunch of stuff in the back yard. Tomatoes, chiles, flowers, shrubs. Lots of digging. It was unseasonably warm and I was getting in touch with my inner Hank Hill. I guess I was just tired yesterday so I retired early. Still thirsty. So I took my drink to bed with me. Must have fallen asleep with a glass in one hand. It's okay. Just a cut on my right index finger. It goes to the bone apparently. Good thing that bone was there! At some point I dreamt that my son was measuring my finger with a ruler and pressing it down on my finger harder and harder. In my dream I was about to smack him for that. Then I woke up and it felt sticky, and in the dark I recognized immediately the metallic smell of freshly let blood from a carnivorous mammal. Long story short, I just took some hydrocodone pills leftover from a previous prescription, bandaged it myself, and changed the sheets. By the time my wife came upstairs I guess I was asleep again.
Anyway, it's alright. I cycled in to work today. I bandaged my finger enough so it won't bend. Keeps it pointed straight out so it doesn't hurt. I'll be fine after a couple of days.
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