Problems with cutting a finger while making dinner, in the order in which they occurred to me:

[cosmolinguist]

1. I'm bleeding near the food.
2. I'm still bleeding a lot.
3. Trying to unwrap the band-aid makes my finger (index of course) a bit oozy again.
4. One band-aid doesn't quite cover it (it's a fingertip, of course, a topological area notoriously poorly-served by two-dimensional band-aids).
5. I can't finish making dinner like this because I don't want it to start bleeding again.
6. I can't finish making dinner like this because it hurts like a bastard and I feel sorry for myself even as I feel stupid for the self-imposed injury.
7. I can't knit, because it asks way too much of that index fingertip.
8. I can't concentrate on reading or answering text messages or anything really because the pain is distracting.
9. I'm bored.
10. My fucking finger still really fucking hurts.

Comments

[pseudomonas]

Cos I always forget in these situations if not prompted: this is a reminder of the existence of painkillers.

[cosmolinguist]

Thanks; I'm the same usually, but I'm just getting over a sinus infection so the location of the ibuprofen was still near the front of my mind. :)

[sfred]

Ow! Poor you :-(

[cosmolinguist]

It doesn't hurt as much now, but I'm still being a bit careful and feeling a bit sorry for myself. And annoyed that it's disrupted my afternoon, because I had more cooking and washing to do that I haven't done now.

[softfruit.livejournal.com]

So much fucking empathy!

Bastard bodies.