Mrs. HM is having one of those days. It's Sunday afternoon, and I'm getting ready for my town trip. First, I wanted to pay a couple bills. You know what that means. ONLINE, against my will, because of the lengthy lag in getting the statement, and having it credited upon return. This time it was for our satellite service that provides me with sweet, sweet internet and TV, and also the gas bill for our Bargain House flip.
Of course I write this down in my checkbook register so I have a record of the funds coming out of our bank account. I was doing just that when I dropped my pen. Dang it! Always something to slow me down when I'm in a hurry. Lucky for me, Farmer H got a grabber thingy when he had his back surgery, and I keep it on the kitchen chair next to me for just such situations when I'm at HIPPIE.
I used the grabber to pick up the pen from under my chair. As I was taking the pen from the grip, the grabber stick knocked off the gas bill. I had both the envelope and the actual statement lying on the table. And of course both of them fell.
I retrieved the statement first. Then the envelope. As I was taking the envelope from the grip of the grabber, I wiped off a small dust bunny that had attached itself while I was trying to push that envelope to where the grip could grab it. During the dust bunny wiping, the edge of the opened envelope sliced my middle fingertip.
YOWCH!
A papercut really smarts. And bleeds.
Such an awkward place for an injury. Then there's the matter of which bandaid to use on it after blotting away the blood. This is a different brand than the last one that caused my arm itching. It will be difficult to keep this one on. I'm not expecting a reaction. It will come off for the shower in a few minutes. And for dishwashing. It DID get me through writing in my checkbook register without staining the whole thing.
I hope my town trip goes better than this!
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Just a couple of days ago, I was breaking down some boxes from some granola bars and all was going well, until, you guessed it, it slid across my thumb, and I felt the sting. I looked but it looked like it had only cut into the first layer of tough skin, but alas, I was wrong, feeling something sticky shortly afterwards. Bad spot for a Band-Aid and before it was removed, it took a beating. Looked like I had been rummaging in a pile of dirt. Ugh. Anyhow, we are on the road to recovery until the next cut. BTW, those envelopes are nasty, sharp little buggers. They should carry a warning. I have gotten many a paper cuts from the envelopes. Ranee
Rae,
I felt your pain! Mine started flowing again in the shower, and any time I gripped anything too tightly. It must have started to heal overnight, because washing dishes the next morning did not hurt much or require a new bandaid.
I hate that instant between feeling the slice, and then feeling the pain!
Never wipe off a dust bunny! Just shake it back under the table to keep living its peaceful life. Good idea to keep the grabber handy.
River,
I love the grabber! It is so handy for picking up things I drop, without standing on my head to retrieve them. Actually, I was just trying to brush off that dust bunny back to the floor until the next sweeping. The Universe had other ideas.
I have been known to employ the back scratcher to pick up dropped items, especially if they roll under the sofa.
Kathy,
Get a grabber! I tried to use my wooden backscratcher when I was in my recliner in the basement, to pick up the TV remote. That was rarely successful, with those curved wooden fingers not wanting to balance that slick curvy DISH remote. I could at least drag it to my feet and bend to pick it up without rising.
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