this just in, splinter out
Yesterday, before teaching I decided to finally prune the roses near our walkway. These are rambler roses and they grow very joyfully and quickly. I am hesitant to do major pruning b/c they provide us with over 2 months of luxuriant red (hundreds of blooms)every summer. But, it has gotten to the point where passersby have to duck, and I expect(daily) a note from our mail carrier requesting passage to our mailbox. Add to that our neighbor even was teasing us. He thinks I should cut them to the ground, but I have repeatedly informed him that these are NOT that kind of rose.
So, I donned my gloves and went to it, but somehow(was I foolish enough to take one off? likely) I got a few pricks and one was bad enough that it broke off in my hand. I pulled it out.
Or so I thought!
Last night my finger was very tender and I noticed a black spot from where the thorn had been. Argh! I had visions of disease, there is actually a rose thorn disease. Knowing about this, I had washed, peroxided and neosporined my hand when I came in. But still, ow.
I hoped it would push out overnight, as often happens with tiny splinters. But it was still there today, and while cooking lunch(I had a friend over) I accidentally hit it and it hurt enough that I yelped. Ow.
After she left, I went to it, disinfected needle in hand. Of course it was in my right hand. But, some digging and wincing and pinching later and I finally got it out. Relief!
I was so happy I called Clove. It got me to thinking about the tiny things that bring us aggravation and joy, and how large/momentous they can feel, in those hours they occupy our brain.
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So, I donned my gloves and went to it, but somehow(was I foolish enough to take one off? likely) I got a few pricks and one was bad enough that it broke off in my hand. I pulled it out.
Or so I thought!
Last night my finger was very tender and I noticed a black spot from where the thorn had been. Argh! I had visions of disease, there is actually a rose thorn disease. Knowing about this, I had washed, peroxided and neosporined my hand when I came in. But still, ow.
I hoped it would push out overnight, as often happens with tiny splinters. But it was still there today, and while cooking lunch(I had a friend over) I accidentally hit it and it hurt enough that I yelped. Ow.
After she left, I went to it, disinfected needle in hand. Of course it was in my right hand. But, some digging and wincing and pinching later and I finally got it out. Relief!
I was so happy I called Clove. It got me to thinking about the tiny things that bring us aggravation and joy, and how large/momentous they can feel, in those hours they occupy our brain.
Just a reminder, dear friends who only read lj(but don't write), I am posting almost 95% of my entries as Friends Only, so now is the time to log on!