That is not my hand, I found it online!I keep no sharp knives in my home. Could be retro psychology from my Mother cutting her finger with a knife, getting a horrid infection and having a doctor put a needle into the infected site with horrid pain involved. NOT ME, NOPE, NADDA! WONT HAPPEN....but I cant find the G.D. Neosporin...where is my Neosporin?
I took that wrinkled old tomato off the counter this morning, after putting dishes in the dishwasher, maybe I was "inpatient".....snow was falling outside, I was loosing business due to that fact, so I grabbed the lone getting old tomato as well as grabbing the dull SERRATED knife and jabbed it into the lone getting old tomato and my finger!!! Yup....I felt the mental push of loosing money from more snow anger right into my flesh indeed. Blood, ya think? Try blood all day off and on. And no neosporin. Even called my friend down the hall who was at the mall...she said, "Go down and get ours, Josh is home.." I put appropriate clothing on, took the dog along, knocked on the door, Josh says he cannot find any Neosporin! Sheit! At least my dog got some exercise.
My finger is still eewwyy....I am thinking when I go to sleep I might break it open and have blood all over my being. OK so well not all over my being...just a mess maybe. S H U T U P!
I have band aides. But I need neosporin. Where the hell is my NeoSporin? I have an entire tube..... Personally I think I am punchie from being stuck indoors all day with a dog and cat and working on a book of my sons poetry for the past 16 hours that I found in a Rubbermaid from 18 years ago. Hey, he's good. The book is great..... and he doesn't have a clue...
