I looked kind of beat up. Today was my first weekend day cashiering garden while it is in full swing spring mode. Two days ago I scraped the shit out of my left ring finger middle knuckle by getting it stuck between the lower shelf and a role of paper towels as I went from a bent over to standing position. It bent backwards to the point that I thought I may have broke it so while it was still numb-ish I took of the ring I wear on that finger in case it was going to swell. Luckily, it was just the skin loss. I keep forgetting about the lack of skin though and put my hand into my pocket or run it across something pointy and hurt inducing.
Then yesterday I stood up on my bed and was taking off my robe, completely forgetting I had the fan on and smacked my elbow mighty fierce. Like...it broke the skin and the little scab has a bruise aura now.
After today in garden though, when everything is about how efficient and fast you can be, I apparently went at it full throttle. I have scratches on my arms from plants. I'm sure mainly rose bush thorns. I wouldn't be paying them the least bit of attention if it wasn't for those other, self stupidity inflicted injuries.
Then yesterday I stood up on my bed and was taking off my robe, completely forgetting I had the fan on and smacked my elbow mighty fierce. Like...it broke the skin and the little scab has a bruise aura now.
After today in garden though, when everything is about how efficient and fast you can be, I apparently went at it full throttle. I have scratches on my arms from plants. I'm sure mainly rose bush thorns. I wouldn't be paying them the least bit of attention if it wasn't for those other, self stupidity inflicted injuries.
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