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brightlotusmoonI should be finishing up with the circulation, but I sitting here amused staring at my right hand as the wound pulses and throbs just under the forming scar.
Last week, I woke up in the middle of the night because Ralph wanted to go out. I stood there at the door watching. Jupiter came running sleepily over from the living room to find out what was going on. I picked him up and started heading back into the living room, to keep him away from the door. Obviously he was in no mood to be cuddled. He wriggled out of my arms, and along the way one of his back claws sliced into the skin of my right wrist.
When I checked on it a bit later after going to the bathroom, it was a thin white line slashing diagonal from the fleshy part of my palm at the bottom of the thumb down to my wrist where it stopped parallel to the big vein. By the time I washed it and reached for the hydrogen peroxide, the skin had split and blood was running down my arm.
So I grabbed band-aids, stacked three of them over the wound to cover it all, and went to bed. I removed the band-aids the next morning.
It's been a few days. It's healing decently. It's merely very red and angry. I just now applied some gentle antibiotic oil, and now the part that is still split -- the part on my palm -- is throbbing madly like a heartbeat. The skin underneath is that funny indescribable color you get when you have an entire layer of skin torn off (can anyone describe it?). I can watch the progression of the scab as it travels up my wrist. It'll take longer to scab over the other parts because I have to use my hand and I can't keep from bending the wrist; the skin can't close as quickly. So now it just feels warm to the touch.
I will have an awesome scar.
Last week, I woke up in the middle of the night because Ralph wanted to go out. I stood there at the door watching. Jupiter came running sleepily over from the living room to find out what was going on. I picked him up and started heading back into the living room, to keep him away from the door. Obviously he was in no mood to be cuddled. He wriggled out of my arms, and along the way one of his back claws sliced into the skin of my right wrist.
When I checked on it a bit later after going to the bathroom, it was a thin white line slashing diagonal from the fleshy part of my palm at the bottom of the thumb down to my wrist where it stopped parallel to the big vein. By the time I washed it and reached for the hydrogen peroxide, the skin had split and blood was running down my arm.
So I grabbed band-aids, stacked three of them over the wound to cover it all, and went to bed. I removed the band-aids the next morning.
It's been a few days. It's healing decently. It's merely very red and angry. I just now applied some gentle antibiotic oil, and now the part that is still split -- the part on my palm -- is throbbing madly like a heartbeat. The skin underneath is that funny indescribable color you get when you have an entire layer of skin torn off (can anyone describe it?). I can watch the progression of the scab as it travels up my wrist. It'll take longer to scab over the other parts because I have to use my hand and I can't keep from bending the wrist; the skin can't close as quickly. So now it just feels warm to the touch.
I will have an awesome scar.
