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when i'm stressed i like to clean, so when my grandpa was put into the hospital last month and we were told he wouldn't make it, i NEEDED to clean. i took a pack of razor blades that we had in the house to start scraping off refrigerator grime, i made a mental note of where the razor blade i was using to clean was but not where the whole package was.. i found it with my toe. blood everywhere!
here it is a few days ago.
here's a little pool of blood from when i had to hobble to my room to get bandaids.
here's the gnarly bruise i got from the tattoo in memory of gramps!