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expensive salad
Briefly, after a busy day on little sleep, I considered picking up a salad from Panera, but then I decided no, I had stuff to make a salad, albeit a less ingredient-y one. But my neighbors' tomato yumminess could be in there. So that was the plan.
Found some broccoli in the fridge and thought, hey, that'll add some green. But then I sliced my thumb while cutting up the broccoli. Couldn't get a good look at the cut, with blood filling the view immediately after I soaked up what'd come out. I rinsed it the best I could with H2O2, wrapped it good and went to the nearby urgent care.
I still don't know if it was worth it, not only for the cost (I'm nowhere near my deductible, what with paying for therapy on the black market this year) but for the chance-taking about going to a clinic in a viral pandemic. Still, it turned out not to be too deep, and the piece of skin may graft itself back on, as it was still connected a bit. Apparently the pressure I was applying was a good thing. Now it's just pulsing, doubling as a non-numerical heart monitor.
Oh I did get my BP checked, and the bottom # was in the 70s, which is good.
I texted the friend who'd gone to that urgent care recently. Told her "See? Vegetables are dangerous." This is (very slightly) funny because she's eating "plant-based" these days.
Wonder if my cutting myself is related to getting only 4 hours of sleep. Seems likely, doesn't it.
Found some broccoli in the fridge and thought, hey, that'll add some green. But then I sliced my thumb while cutting up the broccoli. Couldn't get a good look at the cut, with blood filling the view immediately after I soaked up what'd come out. I rinsed it the best I could with H2O2, wrapped it good and went to the nearby urgent care.
I still don't know if it was worth it, not only for the cost (I'm nowhere near my deductible, what with paying for therapy on the black market this year) but for the chance-taking about going to a clinic in a viral pandemic. Still, it turned out not to be too deep, and the piece of skin may graft itself back on, as it was still connected a bit. Apparently the pressure I was applying was a good thing. Now it's just pulsing, doubling as a non-numerical heart monitor.
Oh I did get my BP checked, and the bottom # was in the 70s, which is good.
I texted the friend who'd gone to that urgent care recently. Told her "See? Vegetables are dangerous." This is (very slightly) funny because she's eating "plant-based" these days.
Wonder if my cutting myself is related to getting only 4 hours of sleep. Seems likely, doesn't it.
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