Sunday, 5 March 2017

whinging

Sunday, 5 March 2017 10:34 pm
apollymi: Bakura and Kaiba, close up on eyes, text reads "Your eyes" (YGO**Bakura/Kaiba: Your eyes)
Yesterday's post was almost nothing but whinging. I didn't delete it: I just made it private-locked. It seemed like a better thing to do.

I feel like I should have gone with this morning, after all, though. I ended up slicing my hand badly enough that I needed either five or six stitches. To top it all off, I also had to walk the 35 or so minutes to the Urgent Care to get it fixed up, because [personal profile] katsuko was in the car. She ended up meeting me there, though, so that was nice. But it did take up most of our limited time that we had for food, which was a bummer. And all I managed to prep for the week before I cut myself was the sweet potatoes.

So there is that. Which was a pain. It will likely continue to be a pain for quite a while, seeing as how I have to go back on Wednesday for them to check how it's healing... and then the next Wednesday to get the stitches removed... if it's healing well on Wednesday. The LPN wasn't terribly certain that it was going to reattach, given the depth and severity of the cut. She actually used the word "gnarly"... and not in the 90s slang way either.

So I've got about six sutures in my left thumb, a metric shit ton of bandages on top of that, a splint, and this blue Coban stuff that holds the splint in place. I look like I'm smuggling a blue mummy around.

And I got no damn sympathy from most of my restaurant people. Chloe went with the old "good job" comment. Jesús just laughed and wanted to touch it and poke at it. Claudio did a wince at the number of stitches, but mostly he laughed and poked fun (but not in a mean way). Jennifer suggested I invest in some cutting gloves for the kitchen, which was nice. And Duncan was sweet as can be and helped me grab things where he could to help out. And that was very good.

Right now I'm practicing typing with nine fingers, and that's working a lot better than texting with one hand did. So that's a semi-positive, yeah?

I don't think I'm going to be catching up on my words for the day. I mean, I have a pretty sizable surplus, so I don't have to do a 1,000 words a day. It just makes me happier to have accomplished it.

So yeah, today blew like mad, I only have use of nine fingers right now, and the lidocaine is wearing off.

FML was invented for days like today.