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01/29/2003 entry: "I am speaking to you from beyond the graaaave"
Uh, yeah I know I haven't posted in a bit. Oh well.
I don't think I posted about this in either of my journals, so here goes.
Last Friday night, I took off a chunk of my finger. Yuck. It's not as bad as it sounds, really. It's a bandaid size wound on the upper half of the space between my first and second knuckle on my pointer finger. But it was kinda deep. It's actually a slightly funny story.
My car was acting up on me. Something about the gas line freezing. So my dad got me Heet, to unfreeze it, and Friday night I was getting gas so I put a bottle of it in the tank. Well, you really have to pry the caps off those things, so I was outside my car, freezing, using my key to try and open this goddamn bottle. I was forcing it and forcing it and finally the cap gave way and lo and behold I saw a piece of something fly onto my car. I thought it was a piece of the cap. No no no. Then I looked at my finger and saw a nice little hole in the first few layers of skin. Thankfully, it didn't go all the way to the bone. Phew.
I was in a bit of shock, and it didn't really hurt due to the cold and my brain sending out the right painkilling hormones or endorphins or whatever. And it didn't bleed at first either. Then, it did. A bunch. All I had was a Kleenex and a ponytail holder, so I made do with it. It hurt later on that night, but for the drive home, it wasn't too bad. Now, it's on it's way down the healing road and I'm sure I can go bandaidless by the weekend.
GUESS WHAT THOUGH? In the ever-present tradition of my bad luck attracting more bad luck, I hurt myself AGAIN. Where? Let's go back a couple years.
When I worked at the library by my house, I was a book pusher. I shelved books. I was trying to move a particularly heavy cart once, unfortunately using my left knee to help out (not against the cart, just standing, pushing with my arms, and the muscles in my left knee). Use your imagination. My knee was pushing the damn cart, and then CRRRK!! Yeah, I kind of hurt it. Not badly, but you know, it hurt. And just like the time I hurt my right knee (badly) playing badminton (well), I didn't go to the doctor, assuming it would just heal and be fine.
Well, it kind of did. But I still have problems once in a while, probably some premature arthritis in it, etc. But when I bang either of my knees, it tends to hurt just a little more.
Well, yesterday while I was in the computer lab in the library, I banged it. There's this kind of support under the desk, a nice big solid rectangular thing, which means CORNERS. I not only banged my knee on it, I WHACKED it out of commission. I hit it so hard, glass shattered. Okay, well not really. But it was bad, and I sat there holding it, eyes squeezed shut, teeth clenched, wanting to scream out "OH MY FUCKING GOD OWWWWW". I didn't cry. That much.
Well, as I suspected, it's been bothering me quite a bit. I can't really walk up and down stairs all too well. Sitting down and getting back up poses some challenges. If I sit for too long and then walk on it it hurts pretty badly. Right now it's fine, just... a little uncomfortable. Not pain-discomfort, just "everything doesn't feel quite where it should be" discomfort. I should know that feeling. For a while, and once in a while, that's how my right knee is. It didn't quite heal right thanks to my ingenious idea NOT to see the doctor.
So anyhow. That's my news. Here's a few other little tidbits of information.
- Confessions of a Dangerous Mind is very good.
- When writing C++ code, if you get weird conversion errors when you're testing for spaces in a char array, ALWAYS look at the quotes you have around the spaces. MAKE SURE they're single, not double. Yeesh.
- Stop writing in your journal right before lab or you might get in trouble someday for not being done when class starts.
- Don't wait til the last minute to do everything for Wednesday when you know you have two exams, an essay and a program due on that day. (Boy am I glad it's all over...)
That's it. I want food. T minus 1 hour til lunch. Raahh.