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.
Loving warning for my Children
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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! :-(