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Feb. 7th, 2010 10:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taleyaI deeply suspect my fucking knee is infected.
In a surprise move - it's not the usual one! While heading into work on Friday, I stepped in a puddle. Turns out the puddle was about half a foot deeper than I thought it was (pothole) and after doing that highly embarrassing two-step shuffle I landed on my hands and knees.
Thought I'd just bruised the fuck out of it (gotta love that INSTA!bruise feeling), but rolling up my pants at the station, it turned out one of the strap buckles had turned and gouged out a nasty little 7cm chunk from under my knee, on top of the bruises and gravelrash.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
torasin made a lovely face, and coworkers turned green when I cleaned it out at the office. Apparently nasty wounds full of crap should be gently cosseted and dabbed, rather than scrubbed out rather viciously with accompanying yodels of SCRUBBIESCRUBBIESCRUBBIE!!
Fucking thing would not stop weeping (thankfully clear) all weekend - hence the "SMALL CHILDREN! HOUSEHOLD PETS!" comment, and the slightest touch drove me nuts. So I cracked it. Cleared it right the fuck out with insanely hot water, a scrubbing brush and witchazel, then packed it with baking soda and salt.
I TOOOOOLD YOU I WAS HAAAAARDCOOOOOOOOORE
Hopefully that kills it off on its head. It seems ridiculous to end up with problems from tripping over your own arse in public. I'm also mildly amused by the fact that it's still deep blue, and hasn't started to shift the colour spectrum yet.
In a surprise move - it's not the usual one! While heading into work on Friday, I stepped in a puddle. Turns out the puddle was about half a foot deeper than I thought it was (pothole) and after doing that highly embarrassing two-step shuffle I landed on my hands and knees.
Thought I'd just bruised the fuck out of it (gotta love that INSTA!bruise feeling), but rolling up my pants at the station, it turned out one of the strap buckles had turned and gouged out a nasty little 7cm chunk from under my knee, on top of the bruises and gravelrash.
torasin made a lovely face, and coworkers turned green when I cleaned it out at the office. Apparently nasty wounds full of crap should be gently cosseted and dabbed, rather than scrubbed out rather viciously with accompanying yodels of SCRUBBIESCRUBBIESCRUBBIE!!Fucking thing would not stop weeping (thankfully clear) all weekend - hence the "SMALL CHILDREN! HOUSEHOLD PETS!" comment, and the slightest touch drove me nuts. So I cracked it. Cleared it right the fuck out with insanely hot water, a scrubbing brush and witchazel, then packed it with baking soda and salt.
I TOOOOOLD YOU I WAS HAAAAARDCOOOOOOOOORE
Hopefully that kills it off on its head. It seems ridiculous to end up with problems from tripping over your own arse in public. I'm also mildly amused by the fact that it's still deep blue, and hasn't started to shift the colour spectrum yet.
