I get tomorrow off and Monday off. I'm happy. Now I can sleep. Sleep is good. I also really need some time for my thumb to heal. Long story short I was stripping wire with my one knife and it slipped and went right into my left thumb. It hurt, a lot. And then I looked down at my hand. Definitely definitely lots of blood. Ya. I don't think I've ever bled that much before. It took about 15 minutes to get the bleeding to stop more or less and then I went to let James know what happened. After I told him I went to get a band-aid and stuff to properly clean it but as I was searching I suddenly felt very ill and got dizzy. He took me inside and I was cleaning my cut when I looked in the mirror. I know I'm white, but I have never been this white before. It look as though I was dead. There was no colour in my face at all. So I had a seat. I've been trying to not use my thumb for anything because it's excruciatingly painful whenever anything touches it. But of course I keep hitting it on things, and forgetting that I shouldn't use it. Jenn finds the faces of pain and anguish I make funny, so she laughs at me whenever I get hurt. Anyway we finished that house we were working on for so long. I think in total it took 8 days for the one house. Ridiculous. It was terrible. Once again, renovations, are total garbage. It sucks.
On a different note, I have a little poem. It's a love poem. It's called, Are you getting hotter or am I lowering my standards?
I looked at my watch,
it was quarter past two.
I saw your face and thought,
hmm... she'll do.
(I didn't write it I saw it on Just for Laughs)
3 comments:
You make me sound like such a horrible person, lol. "Jenn kills people. Jenn likes it when I'm in pain"
And just so everyone knows, he makes funny faces... on PURPOSE. If you actually looked hurt or in pain I wouldn't laugh! But you look directly at me, go "AHHHHHH" and wave your hands madly around or go running/jumping through the room.
You do realize that this is the equivalent of you holding my hands on your throat as a kid (while I'm trying to pull them away)and then yelling to mom that I was tyring to strangle you.
haha (i laughed at the poem and not at your thumb.)
hope it gets better soon.
There was the one time I was doing it on purpose to make you laugh. The other times I was genuinely in pain. It's how I deal with it.
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