Lots of photos and short blurby stories, very little actual content. Took me long enough to prepare the pictures, so I don’t want to spend much time writing. However, while KrisDi’s been out all afternoon at Pixel Chick’s bachelorette party, I’ve been bumming around the house drinking beer and watching the White Sox double header (although the first game was very disappointing).
So…we’ll be going more than a month back in time. Remember that fence I was building so we could put a shed behind it? It’s basically done (there’s still some polishing to do), but these are the most recent pics I have. Of course, I haven’t gotten anything else done since I nearly cut off one of my fingers.
Quick little interesting thing: My wife somehow managed to get blood on the ceiling. I was not involved. KrisDi didn’t even notice until I noticed. Picture this: KrisDi and I are talking in the kitchen. I stop talking mid-sentence and stare slack-jawed at the ceiling, and then ask, “Is that blood?” (this may be somewhat of a dramatization — it was more than a month ago).
KrisDi bought me “get well” flowers for my hand.
Eating ribs one-handed is challenging.
Our Thai chili pepper plant produced a lone, ridiculously tiny pepper.
Our friend, former co-worker, and former roommate Lethargic Oleo (or is it Manic Oleo?) came to visit us with his girlfriend, V. We went to Vancouver. Driving in Vancouver is hell. Some parts of Vancouver are horrible. Oleo got shat on by a bird. Here are our pictures.
Last, possibly least, I have several days worth of updated pictures of my hand. At this point, the stitches have been removed and steri-strips were installed; the steri-strips came off; I’m now leaving it unbandaged. My thumb feels relatively normal. I can flex it with only a pulling sensation. However, if I try to hook my thumb on anything (or hook anything on my thumb), this is unpleasant.
I discovered today that I have a feathery little thread sticking straight out of the wound in my forefinger. It’s very short, so it’s very hard to grab; I managed to get a good grip on it once, but pulling on it only produced an aching sensation. I’m guessing this is a little tail from one of the interior stitches (holding my fat layer together), and whatever’s going on inside my finger is not ready to let go of it yet. Here’s a picture. It’s hard to see — it’s the light purple colored thing.