I just got back from three hours in the emergency room, after slicing of the end of my finger in a major way. I am not happy. At least this time I made myself ask someone for help. I'm going to be typing one-handed for some time.
'Hell Bound'
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Oh no Ginger!! You poor thing!!!
{{{Ginger}}} Do we need to send someone there to accident proof your home?
Ginger! Be more careful of your physical person!
I am upset to know you are hurting.
Ginger! Yikes! Watch out for yourself!
owwwww! Ginger!
Ginger, don't DO that!
P.S. speedy healing to you.
Yikes, Ginger! Heal. I'm glad you asked for help!
Apparently one of the standard questions they ask in the emergency room is "Do you feel safe at home?" I had to laugh. This just happens to come at a time when it reinforces a bad case of "I have royally fucked up my life."
"Do you feel safe at home?"
No, that's where the knives are! Seriously though, I'm sorry you're dealing with this. Quick healing~ma to you.