stupid finger by Angela ThomasThis is so like me... to cut my finger, not get stitches,
and now need surgery. Really, who has to go under
the knife because they cut their finger? It makes me
feel like a ten year old again and I didn't fold the
laundry right. Those were long nights. I used to fall
asleep standing up, surrounded by long white sheets
that had to be rolled in a specific way, while they were
still hot, or else. I won't talk about the "or else," but
let's just say there was no local anesthetic. Either way,
who has to go to the doctor because of a stupid finger?
Now, I'd understand if it had happened while I was drunk
one night, wanding around the city, having fun and
collapsing finally in a bed with a smile and smeared
black eyeliner. But, it happened while I was cutting
spinach. The spinach was going into one of the five
dishes I was making for the party I was having. The
five dishes that sat cold on my little kitchen table
because one person showed up, not fifteen. And, I was
worried that if I went and got stitches on my stupid
finger, I would have to leave and dissapoint all the
people that were going to be in my house. All one
of them, sitting there with my five dishes, and my
stupid, bleeding, currently infected, might have to
be amputated, looks black finger. 03/18/2006 Author's Note: and, just so you know.. my finger is okay now... at least until they operate on it next week. :)
Posted on 03/18/2006 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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