Back from the pub. As I was packing up to leave, I managed to bang my wounded finger on the table; the kind of light tap you'd never even register normally. But it was very painful and, within a few moments, a few spots of blood appeared seeping through the two layers of fabric plaster on there 
They stopped there, not even beading on the outer surface; but it served to make it clear that I shouldn't be taking these plasters off any time soon. Or at least, be ready for another round of copious bleeding when I try to replace them with clean ones.
Still, as long as they don't go gangrenous, I'll manage. I never learned to touch type, so it's not as if I use my little fingers for anything when I'm working
They stopped there, not even beading on the outer surface; but it served to make it clear that I shouldn't be taking these plasters off any time soon. Or at least, be ready for another round of copious bleeding when I try to replace them with clean ones.
Still, as long as they don't go gangrenous, I'll manage. I never learned to touch type, so it's not as if I use my little fingers for anything when I'm working
Simsonesque Sky out there, but based on how much The Dog (tw) is shaking, there's thunder on the way. Time to take her for a walk...
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