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im starting to feel ripped to shreds. the scrapes and bruises from my bike fall two weeks ago are taking too long to heal, last week's tore-open ankle from the late night tromp through the woods still looks puffed and angry, and my good humor about scars is wearing out. the big one on my knee now has company (see bike fall) and it seems like the massive iron burn on my arm will give it a run for its money in size and gruesomeness. yesterday the kitchen knife, too unwieldy for hands that held a slender x-acto all day, slid in between my index finger's nail and the flesh beside it. leaving the kitchen, i snagged my baby toe on the table in the middle of our living room--clumsy, should have missed it. every half hour or so a drop of blood pops up on a fingertip from handsewing. the seam ripper took a chunk out not a centimeter away from the kitchen knife's cut. back hurts from leaning over the needles and threads that are drawing blood. im tired. my poor body... what did it ever do to me?