There was blood

Another day? Another trauma...

Today, I sliced my hand open. Cleaning the kitchen. Why do I fucking bother trying to clean?

Luckily while I was trying to decide if the cut was deep enough to get stitches or not, I was forced to come up with a way to close the wound.

Problem? I cut myself on a bendy place that will HAVE to move at some point or another before this gash is healed.

Problem? How do I secure said would and allow relative free movement.

Problem? Must do this all one handed as there is naturally no one home to assist me with this problem. (Nor may I spray blood all over the household in an effort to make the pain end, because in retrospect shaking a bleeding hand hither and yon without securing the bleeding portion is apt to cause a mess and/or incite panic in any poor schlob who encounters the bloodbath) ((this may or may not be an anecdotal incident from the past, but I guaran-fucking-tee that I was not the bleeder in the original story))

Solution? paper towel and Pre-wrap.

Hellz bellz! it is good that this crap is finally useful! And please kill me if I pass along further pre-wrap hairdo choices to the girls. Aunt Maggie! You know what I am talking about. All of those hair styles requires a side ponytail....

Sigh.

On the plus side the girls went after school to secure me actual medical supplies. Bisoux mes douce filles!