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yuuagoI accidentally sliced open my hand while making breakfast this morning.
There wasn't a lot of blood, but it hurt like the dickens. And I think I fainted? Luckily, I've read about this kind of reaction - some kind of bodily shock response, or something - and I was able to lower myself to the floor before I blacked out. That felt kind of weird - it was a bit like being put under for anaesthesia.
Anyway. That sure was... an inconvenient way to start the morning.
Never have I ever been so glad to discover that we have some wide bandages in the medicine cabinet (in addition to the regular-sized ones). Going to have to make sure that we keep stuff like this on hand. Not that I plan to repeat this dumbassery, but I'm so clumsy, I guess I need to accept that it's inevitable.
It does make doing the chores a bit harder, because while some pressure is good, too much hurts a lot and makes it bleed, but at least I'm managing to get most of my things done. Though I did end up getting blood on the mattress pad as I was putting it back on the bed, which was irritating and embarrassing, because for fucks sake, I just washed that! ...Whatever, I'll wash it again next week, ugh. It's not like the mattress police are going to come around and inspect it.
I had planned to work out this morning, but I still feel kind of weak and clammy from the whole ordeal, so I probably should not. (Plus, the dryer hasn't finished running). Maybe later on I'll go for a walk around the neighbourhood - gentle exercise, flat/no elevation, one round takes about 20 minutes. Just enough to get moving a little and take in some fresh air. For the moment though, I'm pretty disgusted with myself.
I'm going to finish all of my chores - or, well, not the ones that involve washing things; I don't want to get the bandages wet, and I think those can wait until tomorrow - and then I'm going to treat myself extra gently for the rest of the day.
There wasn't a lot of blood, but it hurt like the dickens. And I think I fainted? Luckily, I've read about this kind of reaction - some kind of bodily shock response, or something - and I was able to lower myself to the floor before I blacked out. That felt kind of weird - it was a bit like being put under for anaesthesia.
Anyway. That sure was... an inconvenient way to start the morning.
Never have I ever been so glad to discover that we have some wide bandages in the medicine cabinet (in addition to the regular-sized ones). Going to have to make sure that we keep stuff like this on hand. Not that I plan to repeat this dumbassery, but I'm so clumsy, I guess I need to accept that it's inevitable.
It does make doing the chores a bit harder, because while some pressure is good, too much hurts a lot and makes it bleed, but at least I'm managing to get most of my things done. Though I did end up getting blood on the mattress pad as I was putting it back on the bed, which was irritating and embarrassing, because for fucks sake, I just washed that! ...Whatever, I'll wash it again next week, ugh. It's not like the mattress police are going to come around and inspect it.
I had planned to work out this morning, but I still feel kind of weak and clammy from the whole ordeal, so I probably should not. (Plus, the dryer hasn't finished running). Maybe later on I'll go for a walk around the neighbourhood - gentle exercise, flat/no elevation, one round takes about 20 minutes. Just enough to get moving a little and take in some fresh air. For the moment though, I'm pretty disgusted with myself.
I'm going to finish all of my chores - or, well, not the ones that involve washing things; I don't want to get the bandages wet, and I think those can wait until tomorrow - and then I'm going to treat myself extra gently for the rest of the day.
Yuu. Fic writer & book lover. M/Canada.