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i think there's something wrong with me because i'm always bleeding. maybe there's something right in that. but my hands--particularly the right hand--is prone to splitting open and clotting blood just at the joints of the index and middle fingers, often during really inappropriate times such as giving back change to a customer, or when talking to your crush and then you remember how blood has an 80 to 20 ratio of being unsexy, or walking out of the bathroom with a piece of toilet paper stuck to your shoe, spinach in your teeth and your bleeding hand.
my ankle started bleeding the other day. it was the first time i cut myself shaving in a long time. i put the mandated piece of toilet paper to the wound and marveled at the beautiful rorschach that formed. "this one looks like my deceased childhood cat, ziggy!" i contemplated scrapbooking, but recalled the pain of losing all of those precious memories in a tragic mildew accident. i blame u-store-it.
i try to keep the wounds clean, except that every time i go to wash my hands because they're bleeding, i end up drying out my skin more. it's a vicious cycle to be torn between cleanliness and courtesy.
"why don't you moisturize?" i am often asked. i invested in a bottle of eucerin intensive care lotion. i hear that it is used to treat burn victims. usually, the eucerin turns every part (except the wound i intend to treat) into a silky wonderland. i tried using neosporin, except i slathered it all over my knuckles and the wounds are in such an awkward place the bandage won't stay. i also impaled my thumb the other day on a splinter from some incense i was packing. i don't recall purchasing the incense nor do i know where i got it from, but having received a splinter under my thumbnail, i realized that there aren't any good bandages for split hands nor incense wounds and that treating injuries falls into a one-size-fits-most category.
i'm not bleeding now, but soon. very soon. once your hands are tainted with blood, you'll never get it out again.
my ankle started bleeding the other day. it was the first time i cut myself shaving in a long time. i put the mandated piece of toilet paper to the wound and marveled at the beautiful rorschach that formed. "this one looks like my deceased childhood cat, ziggy!" i contemplated scrapbooking, but recalled the pain of losing all of those precious memories in a tragic mildew accident. i blame u-store-it.
i try to keep the wounds clean, except that every time i go to wash my hands because they're bleeding, i end up drying out my skin more. it's a vicious cycle to be torn between cleanliness and courtesy.
"why don't you moisturize?" i am often asked. i invested in a bottle of eucerin intensive care lotion. i hear that it is used to treat burn victims. usually, the eucerin turns every part (except the wound i intend to treat) into a silky wonderland. i tried using neosporin, except i slathered it all over my knuckles and the wounds are in such an awkward place the bandage won't stay. i also impaled my thumb the other day on a splinter from some incense i was packing. i don't recall purchasing the incense nor do i know where i got it from, but having received a splinter under my thumbnail, i realized that there aren't any good bandages for split hands nor incense wounds and that treating injuries falls into a one-size-fits-most category.
i'm not bleeding now, but soon. very soon. once your hands are tainted with blood, you'll never get it out again.