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Friday, January 27, 2006

The Case of the Cursed Hands

I do believe that my hands are cursed.

Lately I've had more injuries and minor scrapes on my hands and I'm starting to wonder if it's time to trade these in for a whole new pair.

Case Study #1: I was taking a sculpture class with my friend Suzzette. In the class, I was using a sharp tool to create a simple line indent in one of my projects. As I slid that sharp tool (which I have no idea what it's name is) down the clay, I punctured the skin behind my fingernail, leaving a nasty little cut that hurt more than the size would account for. This poor finger is sore. I trimmed my finger nail quite short as to administer first aid.

Case Study #2: Yesterday, I was being a good wife and washed all the bedsheets (something I typically do once a week; ever seen the Oprah on bed mites and such?). After I washed them and fluffed our feather tick, I proceeded to make the bed. Recently we acquired a handmade wood bed frame from one of Ben's uncles, which is really cool. As I made the bed, carefully tucking the sheets hotel-style under the mattress, my worst fear of the bed came true: I scrapped my knuckle of my right pointer finger against the wood, implanting a large sliver inside my finger and breaking the sking, causing blood to gush. You can barely see the blood on the wood bed...just jokes.

Case Study #3: Today, with my right pointer finger still recovering from the aforementioned trauma, I went to school with no intention of harming my hands anymore. To my dismay, however, I was picking up some papers and, like many teachers each day, knicked my middle finger on the paper. This of course, as you can already perceive, left a nasty paper cut. I bled. And bled. And still bled some more until I located the teacher first-aid kit.

It's really quite amazing that I'm managing this post. Typping is difficult. I have a total of three band-aids on my hands, which kind of makes me look a tad bit ill, maybe a little hypocondriac-ish, but it's true what my 2 1/2 year old niece, Cassidy, says: Bandaids make it ALLLLLLL better!!!

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