Gauze

When I started this blog thing, I vowed not to use it to gripe, or at least not to gripe too much, or maybe not to gripe exclusively. Tonight, I go for broke. I got an owee on my elbow this weekend, and the actual bad part is surrounded by parts that aren't so bad but are not something you'd want to stick a bandaid to. Fortunately, we have these big gauze squares that you can tape to stuff, so I did just that. Gross alert ahead.




ok, you were warned. Over the course of the day I evidently formed a scab, which normally is awesome, because that sucker stays around for a week or so and when it goes, behold, you have skin. Unfortunately, whatever it is that forms a scab melded with the gauze, so I had cloth embedded in my arm. it's midly amusing until it comes time to take it out. If that isn't already a thing they do to people who shake babies, we should really look into that.

While I'm thinking about it, check out www.dontshakeyourbaby.com
It is a real and very serious site, but you have to wonder how big the overlap is between people who shake babies and people who would stumble into that website. I've got this venn diagram in my head, and it looks like two hula hoops, only one of those hula hoops is silver and in storage in a European carport, and the other one is bright red, sweet, often found in the center of olives, and not really a hula hoop at all, when you think about it. Sweet Damn, I should've gone into the diagram business.