Oh, hey. I’m bleeding.

Yup. That was pretty much my reaction yesterday when I noticed that the steering wheel on my truck was a bit wet and slick. I’d smacked the joint on my official ‘Jersey Salute’ finger of my right hand while off-loading some heavy items. I’d registered the pain at the time, but hadn’t realized I’d actually sliced a substantial flap of skin off the top of the joint. Actually, it was still a bit numb. So I drove home, cleaned it up, and bandaged it. I had things to do, and this was a mere flesh injury — I didn’t have time to slow down for something as inconsequential as that. As the day progressed, so did the swelling, to the point that I realized perhaps some medical attention might be in order.

Four stitches, one tetanus shot, and a bunch of happy painkillers later I was finally feeling no pain. And in no condition to write anything, either physically or mentally, last night or this morning, which is why there was no post from me this morning.

I’m feeling far better now , though my bandaged finger is still rather puffy. On the bright side, though with the way my finger looks, if I need to offer someone the Jersey Salute,  it’s like giving it in ALL CAPS.

(I could have posted a picture of this, but I can promise you, it would look quite rude.)

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