life's little jokes
Jun. 7th, 2004 09:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
winterbadger So, I admit that I didn't get a lot accomplished over the weekend; I moved furniture around, the sure sign of someone desperate to avoid what he "should really be doing". While moving the "on its last legs, would have been replaced by a futon by now if I didn't spend too much moeny on ebay" couch, I noticed a nasty little ?upholstery? nail sticking out of the back about 3-4 mm. "Glad I didn't snag myself on that!" I thought. Never think thing like that--the fairies are listening and, as James Nesbitt tells us in Hear My Song, "The fairies: they're right buggers!"
Several hours later, I reached behind the couch to switch the lamp plug from one socket to another (tell me this, how did the electrician wire the switch inside the street door so that it only controls one of the two sockets on a wall box? they both work, but only one is on the switch) and promptly snagged my arm. Ow! Looked at it, it seemed to be only a small scratch on my upper arm; I washed it with soap and water and went to bed. I'm reading, and I shift position, and there's blood all over the pillowcase! I look at my arm again and see that the scratch goies all the way from the midpoint of the forearm to just below the shoulder, and it's bleeding copiously.
Foretunately, I have a load of sheets in the wash at just that moment, so I spray "please get this stuff off" spray on the pillowcase and toss it in, then stumble around until I find medical tape and some gauze and cotton to tape to the length of my arm. Clean it off again, tape the stuff on, go to sleep. Wake up, take the stuff off. It hasn't bled much more, except where I put cotton instead of gauze. And the reason gauze is a better idea? Yes, it doesn't clump and stick to the wound... Ow! Of course, the tape coming off is even more Ow! because as careful as you want to be, there's no way to put medical tape on your arm and not get some hairs under it. I am so not ever having anything waxed...
And, of course, a mention of doing the laundry would not be complete without the discovery that one of the cats (I suspect Gilbert) has apparently been peeing on the carpet between the washer and dryer for some time. The carpeting is soaked. Shades of Laura. So I have to figure out how to get it out *and* in the meantime I have to be extremely careful moving things in and out of the dryer. Sometimes I really think I need a black and white fur dress sporran...
Several hours later, I reached behind the couch to switch the lamp plug from one socket to another (tell me this, how did the electrician wire the switch inside the street door so that it only controls one of the two sockets on a wall box? they both work, but only one is on the switch) and promptly snagged my arm. Ow! Looked at it, it seemed to be only a small scratch on my upper arm; I washed it with soap and water and went to bed. I'm reading, and I shift position, and there's blood all over the pillowcase! I look at my arm again and see that the scratch goies all the way from the midpoint of the forearm to just below the shoulder, and it's bleeding copiously.
Foretunately, I have a load of sheets in the wash at just that moment, so I spray "please get this stuff off" spray on the pillowcase and toss it in, then stumble around until I find medical tape and some gauze and cotton to tape to the length of my arm. Clean it off again, tape the stuff on, go to sleep. Wake up, take the stuff off. It hasn't bled much more, except where I put cotton instead of gauze. And the reason gauze is a better idea? Yes, it doesn't clump and stick to the wound... Ow! Of course, the tape coming off is even more Ow! because as careful as you want to be, there's no way to put medical tape on your arm and not get some hairs under it. I am so not ever having anything waxed...
And, of course, a mention of doing the laundry would not be complete without the discovery that one of the cats (I suspect Gilbert) has apparently been peeing on the carpet between the washer and dryer for some time. The carpeting is soaked. Shades of Laura. So I have to figure out how to get it out *and* in the meantime I have to be extremely careful moving things in and out of the dryer. Sometimes I really think I need a black and white fur dress sporran...
