The Weekend That Was Ruined by a Kitchen Utensil.
I just typed out an entire fucking entry about how I gruesomely cut a chunk out of my right thumb this weekend and I accidentally erased it. NEVERMIND that it takes me ten minutes to type out a sentence and that it's still painful in every way. Basically, I should've gone to the hospital but it was late so I didn't (and, you know, $$$). It's actually looking a lot better....I've been dunking it in hydrogen peroxide, slathering coconut oil on it, and keeping it dressed.
I'm just frustrated because it's made me exceptionally slower and more clumsy all weekend and it's killing meeee! Not to mention I've actually worked every day since Wednesday so it's made me extra aware of the handicap. I've been walking in public or around my house mumbling/yelling into my phone with the voice type function for texting purposes. For important content like "I don't want to work tomorrow at eight am/comma/why did I agree to that/sad face", or "Jared Leto one hundred percent deserved Best Supporting Actor/semi colon/he was amazing/period". Add to that, I've been rocking talon-like ghetto fab nails the last few weeks, so watching me try to type a text is like watching a toddler get ahold of an iPhone for the first time. Yep. So that was that. This week is insanely busy, too. More on that later. Edit: Ew, I went back and read this today and after discovering many typing misfires that weirdly can't be corrected through the LJ app , I concluded I should probably refrain from publishing anything on the internet until my thumb is healed. Hah.