how do you take care of a gash in your finger?

do i keep it covered all the time to keep bacteria out or do i keep it uncovered so it can dry out and form a scab? its gross looking, and im hoping i can cover it back up soon, so i dont have to look at it/accidentally touch it.

meeeee please!

david:

Email me if you want to help test something awesome.

Make sure you use or include your account’s email address so I can activate.

its cool if it doesnt work because i dont think anyone actually reads my blog anyway!!

skillzmcfly [at] gmail.com

i shouldnt be allowed near sharp objects

i cut my finger pretty badly for the 2nd time in 2 days. the first time wasnt that bad technically. more of a razor blade cut. this time it was glass, and it wasnt a cut, but a huge gash. then i decided to run it under cold water… worst decision ive ever made. ive never felt pain like that. it probably needs stitches, but ive never gotten any before that werent associated with surgery, and im not starting now (ie, im a big puss). it really hurt to type all this.

good day.

randomhector:

Remember that woman of my dreams I once talked about? Yeah, totally met her today. A full sleeve too, and red hair. Yeah, nice job fate, just as I’m leaving the country.

you described meeeee! too bad im not rich and single. id tell you to move to Buffalo. we have a pretty good music scene.

and a FANTASTIC art scene

A departure

lieslieslies:

from this blog’s regular tone, a brief one.

I miss my mother. For some reason this week more than usual. Fifty percent of me wants to call her and lay into her for never being there when I grew up and for never being there now and let her know how much pain and long term emotional problems she’s given me. Blame my views on women on her. But that’s horrible. I want to tell her about how my stomach feels empty and full and that I imagine this is what ingesting napalm feels like while simultaneously being stabbed in the abdomen. I want to tell her how I’ve just realized that I’ve ‘Disney’d’ nearly every script or story I’ve written and made my protagonists motherless or at the least, parentless. The other fifty percent doesn’t want her to rack herself with guilt and I never want to see/hear/know about her crying her make-up off, for any reason. Because when it comes down to it, I can’t not care about her. I just wish things like this were as fixable as door hinges. It’s so stupid. I’ve been watching too many shows about family.

One hundred percent of me just wishes she would take my calls, didn’t turn her phone off, so that this would even be an option.

Looks like a night of gin.

SRY FOR THE BUMZOS. BACK TO ORIGINAL PROGRAMMING: JOKES AND JESSICA STAM.

if you create a club for shitty mothers, i’ll totally join. i have my mother in my life, but i think that its just as bad as you not having yours. with her being in my life, she reaffirms all of my anxieties. i feel guilty about everything i do, because as i was growing up, she did a really good job of teaching me im a selfish person who only thinks of herself. this couldnt be more false… my husband and daughter agree. i live for everyone else constantly… my heart knows that, but my brain doesnt. also, im afraid to talk on the phone because of her. this is a huge obstacle to leading a normal life.

to everyone who reads my blog, im sorry i bitch about this a lot. this is the only place i feel i can let out my feelings safely. i may not get any responses to my ‘anxiety’ posts, but its better than being ripped down for letting the feelings out.

the surgery i need costs $8,000-$15,000 with insurance.

piratekitten:

but i don’t have insurance. i also don’t have $30,000-$50,000 to pay for spine surgery without it. upset is putting it lightly.

i dont know what exactly is wrong with your back, but i hugely sympathize. i have osteoarthritis of the knee after blowing out my ACL a few years ago, and that sucks hard. im SURE its nothing compared to your back pain. This is a photo of my dads back. He just had surgery about 3 months ago. He used to be a teamster (i still have no idea why people say teamsters dont work their asses off) driving tractor trailers for a living. He worked 14 hour days, moving and lifting things like drums of oil and boxes of paper. For working so hard he was blessed with 3 herniated discs in his back and one in his neck. i watched him try to stand up from chairs just to watch him get shocks through his spine and fall on the ground. He lived with this pain for 10 years before he got the surgery, and now i’m watching him slowly heal… altho it doesnt seem like hes healing. his legs hurt so bad at times he wants to cut them off. and its nerve pain, which i guess narcotics dont touch. his doctor put him on morphine and he said it didnt do anything. all i can say is, i wish you felt better. im starting to watch my husband go through the same thing, altho he only has one herniated. it breaks my heart. i know this wont make you feel any better, but maybe it will make waiting for insurance seem like less bullshit… both my husband and dad were told to live with the pain until they simply couldnt take it anymore because the surgery is so risky. maybe in waiting now, you will get the surgery immediately when you do get insurance. im sure pain killers would help with that tho… also, dont you guys have medicaid out there? i know here in NY the cap for income is pretty high, allowing most people who dont have insurance to get covered.

fmylife:

Today, for my two month anniversary, my boyfriend surprised me with a “present”. He then lifted his pant leg. He had carved my initials into his leg with a knife. FML

this has actually happened to me… but it wasnt a knife. it was a home made tattoo gun. as soon as i saw it, the relationship ended. poor bastard is walking around with my initials to this day. i hope he got them covered up.