christing little wut now
AND HELLO AND WELCOME TO TODAY'S INSTALLMENT OF JACEY'S MISADVENTURES WITH HERSELF. 8D;;;
Oh lord.
Almost immediately after getting back in the house a bit ago, I got no further than two or three steps up our stairs before -- oops! -- sudden searing pain in my palm~! I looked down and promptly realised that, yes indeed, a sharp little shard of wood from the banister had apparently decided to fuck my hand's shit up!
Upon closer inspection, I could not quite tell whether I had a splinter proper or if the shard of wood had just had its fun little stabbytiemz and left a channel/flap of skin behind and that is what I was looking at instead. And of course, my mother had just left the house again, so I could not ask for a second opinion!
Cue Jacey going after tweezers.
Cue tweezers doing absolutely fuckall to halp.
Cue Jacey realising that she probably needed a needle to really dig around in there and check/get said potential splinter back out and immediately deciding that fuck no she would deal with a goddamn TREE growing out of her hand if need be BUT SHE WILL NOT WILLINGLY ALLOW A NEEDLE TO BE STUCK IN HER SKIN FOR ANY REASON WHATSOEVER ALDFKGH DIDIMENTIONNO.
Cue Jacey also realising that while her needle-phobia might be totally fail and incapacitating, her pain tolerance is more than fucking epic enough to make up for it~!
And cue Jacey flouncing off to find a pair of nail scissors and simply sawing away at her skin instead. :D (Literal sawing. Dull scissors are dull omfg I want sharp ones. D:)
Yeah.
And speaking of creativity, I got so fed up during this entire process that I just began swearing, and ended up calling it (the potential splinter? my hand? the situation in general? IDEK) a, and I quote, "christing little molerat."
...
IHNFI WHERE THE HELL THAT CAME FROM EITHER SO JUST DON'T ASK K.
Eventually, though, I was able to get at a tiny little flap of skin with my own fingernails and then just start ripping it off, which worked a hell of a lot better. And then I was able to ascertain that I didn't seem to have anything stuck in there after all, and decided that I was just fuckin' done.
I briefly flirted with the idea of pouring peroxide on it just in case, or at least getting myself a band-aid, but -- pfft, who can be bothered with that?
And then I went back in my room to change my clothes and ended up just bouncedancing around in my knickers to Suga Suga LMFAO MY LIFE.
Oh lord.
Almost immediately after getting back in the house a bit ago, I got no further than two or three steps up our stairs before -- oops! -- sudden searing pain in my palm~! I looked down and promptly realised that, yes indeed, a sharp little shard of wood from the banister had apparently decided to fuck my hand's shit up!
Upon closer inspection, I could not quite tell whether I had a splinter proper or if the shard of wood had just had its fun little stabbytiemz and left a channel/flap of skin behind and that is what I was looking at instead. And of course, my mother had just left the house again, so I could not ask for a second opinion!
Cue Jacey going after tweezers.
Cue tweezers doing absolutely fuckall to halp.
Cue Jacey realising that she probably needed a needle to really dig around in there and check/get said potential splinter back out and immediately deciding that fuck no she would deal with a goddamn TREE growing out of her hand if need be BUT SHE WILL NOT WILLINGLY ALLOW A NEEDLE TO BE STUCK IN HER SKIN FOR ANY REASON WHATSOEVER ALDFKGH DIDIMENTIONNO.
Cue Jacey also realising that while her needle-phobia might be totally fail and incapacitating, her pain tolerance is more than fucking epic enough to make up for it~!
And cue Jacey flouncing off to find a pair of nail scissors and simply sawing away at her skin instead. :D (Literal sawing. Dull scissors are dull omfg I want sharp ones. D:)
Yeah.
And speaking of creativity, I got so fed up during this entire process that I just began swearing, and ended up calling it (the potential splinter? my hand? the situation in general? IDEK) a, and I quote, "christing little molerat."
...
IHNFI WHERE THE HELL THAT CAME FROM EITHER SO JUST DON'T ASK K.
Eventually, though, I was able to get at a tiny little flap of skin with my own fingernails and then just start ripping it off, which worked a hell of a lot better. And then I was able to ascertain that I didn't seem to have anything stuck in there after all, and decided that I was just fuckin' done.
I briefly flirted with the idea of pouring peroxide on it just in case, or at least getting myself a band-aid, but -- pfft, who can be bothered with that?
And then I went back in my room to change my clothes and ended up just bouncedancing around in my knickers to Suga Suga LMFAO MY LIFE.