Yesterday our bedroom furniture arrived. Kristie left work early to be there when they arrived. Then when it was all set up, she went back to work, and I attempted to hang the new shades. I was using Dad's old trusty knife, which I used when opening the hallway blinds. However, the main blade's tip is broken off. So when I was trying to pierce the plastic, the knife folded over. Right onto my right index finger. It hurt and, at first, I thought it was just pinched. But then I foolishly tried to test it. When the flesh parted, revealing sliced layers of first pink and then red meat (it reminded me of pulling apart deli meat for a sandwich), I got a bit woozy.
Of course, who knows what Dad used his knife for, so a booster shot was in order. I called Kristie at work to see what the rules were for stitches - how deep? how much bleeding? how much pain? She just suggested going to the clinic quickly.
No stitches were needed, but I did get a booster shot. I didn't envy trying to recite my vows with a case of lockjaw.
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We reviewed in Brit Lit today. We did it Jeopardy style. It killed. I had a ton of super duper prizes - old computer speakers, old barbecue sauce from 2005 in my car, and a lot of other crap I wanted to get rid of.
Then the seniors were let out early to clean out their lockers. So I went down there with a bag to get more super duper prizes for next year. I cleaned up!
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Now I must finish my College Comp research papers. I got through four last night. I should be able to do another four or five today. Tonight will be a late one. The tuxedos are in and Casey, Lon, and I have to run to GF to try them on. Then after that, I'm a man on a mission.
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