Goofyernmost
Well-Known Member
Seeing as how this seems to be an ongoing theme for many here over the last few days, I had a "history" reminder from Facebook today for something that I posted a year ago. Due to the fact that I am a caring, concerned, sympathetic, loving, sensitive, generally the best at everything, OK?, type of person or clam (take your pick) I felt that it would contribute to my eventual sainthood by sharing.Note to Self
When charging tablet it is also necessary to plug charger into electrical outlet.
Loving warning for my Children
"Want to know what it is really like to get older? Well, I'll tell you anyway. A few days ago I was cutting up some chicken. Blatantly and without even asking, my finger on my left hand decided to defy the blade and got in the way of it's downward motion. I looked at the damage and although it was a relatively small cut, it was pretty deep and man did it bleed. It was like a blood fountain.
Anyway, I managed to get it wrapped tight enough to stop the bleeding, but, even three days later when I would take the wrapping off, it would start to bleed again. I eventually got it to heal enough so that I could use a regular band-aid. Not trusting it completely, I continued for a few days applying a new one daily. Now to the crux of the story. Today I saw that it had completely stopped, but, to be sure I decided to put a new one on it. Just in case!
I applied the band-aid and went about my normal routine. I accidentally bumped that finger, still a little sore and looked down to realize that I had put the band-aid on the wrong finger. A perfectly good one that had no cuts or scratches on it. Let this be a forewarning to my children, this aging road is going to be a rough one. Good luck! :-(