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rejectomorph) wrote2025-01-18 10:40 pm
rejectomorph) wrote2025-01-18 10:40 pm
52/07: Beans
The tripartite misery of my fingertips is reaching a crescendo, and I hope it will soon diminish, and if it doesn't I fear it will get worse and end in amputation or (perhaps preferably) a fatal infection. Some twenty (or twenty-some) years ago I developed an allergy to detergents, and had to stop washing dishes and shampooing my hair and had to find a hand-face-bath soap that didn't, like the detergents, peel the freaking skin right off my hands. I can't remember how I got over it, but eventually I did, and remained over it until about two months ago. At that point, the skin on my fingertips started getting raw and peeling, and I dug out some old rubber gloves for dishwashing, but it has continued to worsen. My fingertips are now somewhat numb, and raw enough that handling garlic and onion can be downright excruciating.
A few days ago I managed to stab the tip of my left thumb, either while washing dishes or reaching into the drawer, and it is not healing well. The knife also stabbed through my rubber glove, so it leaks, which isn't helping. Then a couple of nights ago in a fit of inattentiveness I attempted to move a hot skillet by grasping the edge with my left thumb and index finger, causing me to loudly curse the stupid old guy who did such an asinine thing. Anyway, the thrice-injured thumb is now incredibly sore and swollen and feels feverish, and I keep forgetting to baby it, so it keeps re-hurting from the abundance of stupid things I Keep doing to it.
The one smart thing I've done is get two new pairs of rubber gloves, which at least protect the thumb from the dishwater and (since I also use them while cooking) the onion and garlic. But damn, they makes doing everything slow and tedious and awkward. I still managed to make my pot of oniony garlicy beans for dinner, so there will be no shortage of indigestion or flatulence. Beans, beans the musical fruit. I only hope that I don't wake with a thumb crisis, and have to take a monstrously swollen and infected digit to the emergency room and proceed to gas its occupants in violation of the Geneva Convention and end up in Gitmo.
Also I haven't had a tetanus shot, so if I get lockjaw I'll just have to shut the hell up and die. Too bad. I'd be running out of money eventually anyway, and life around here is pretty damned tedious and boring as well. I'd have to forgo witnessing the impending collapse of civilization, but these special events are rarely all they're cracked up to be. They are mostly just hype. Although I would like to see Elon Musk and Steve Bannon settle their differences with an old fashioned duel like Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton. That could be quite diverting, unless of course they wimp out and do it virtually in some sort of pay-per-view, streamed cage match of digital avatars. And I wouldn't put that past either of them. Nah, I might as well just die if that's what it comes down to. Not worth sticking around for, especially once my thumb has been amputated.
A few days ago I managed to stab the tip of my left thumb, either while washing dishes or reaching into the drawer, and it is not healing well. The knife also stabbed through my rubber glove, so it leaks, which isn't helping. Then a couple of nights ago in a fit of inattentiveness I attempted to move a hot skillet by grasping the edge with my left thumb and index finger, causing me to loudly curse the stupid old guy who did such an asinine thing. Anyway, the thrice-injured thumb is now incredibly sore and swollen and feels feverish, and I keep forgetting to baby it, so it keeps re-hurting from the abundance of stupid things I Keep doing to it.
The one smart thing I've done is get two new pairs of rubber gloves, which at least protect the thumb from the dishwater and (since I also use them while cooking) the onion and garlic. But damn, they makes doing everything slow and tedious and awkward. I still managed to make my pot of oniony garlicy beans for dinner, so there will be no shortage of indigestion or flatulence. Beans, beans the musical fruit. I only hope that I don't wake with a thumb crisis, and have to take a monstrously swollen and infected digit to the emergency room and proceed to gas its occupants in violation of the Geneva Convention and end up in Gitmo.
Also I haven't had a tetanus shot, so if I get lockjaw I'll just have to shut the hell up and die. Too bad. I'd be running out of money eventually anyway, and life around here is pretty damned tedious and boring as well. I'd have to forgo witnessing the impending collapse of civilization, but these special events are rarely all they're cracked up to be. They are mostly just hype. Although I would like to see Elon Musk and Steve Bannon settle their differences with an old fashioned duel like Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton. That could be quite diverting, unless of course they wimp out and do it virtually in some sort of pay-per-view, streamed cage match of digital avatars. And I wouldn't put that past either of them. Nah, I might as well just die if that's what it comes down to. Not worth sticking around for, especially once my thumb has been amputated.