I am now typing on the keyboard with a rather large bandage on my finger. My index finger. I was talking to my husband on the phone and I looked down and there it was. A rather nice gash right on the top, next to the fingernail. The most disturbing thing is not that I have no clue as to how I did it. That’s fairly normal for me because my mind is good at blocking things until I pass out cold and leave every one around me wondering what the heck just happened. Mmmmm…smelling salts. Wait, where was I?

What really bothers me is the fact that it didn’t start to hurt until I noticed it. I saw the blood, and then it hurt, and thing things started to get blurry and I felt like I was going to hork…

It’s really odd how that works isn’t it? I do not have problems dealing with other people’s blood, or injuries. I find it brings out a compassionate side that I never knew I had. “If you don’t quit your belly achin’, I’ll smack you upside the head and give you something to really cry about.” Man, I love taking care of people.

Did you ever notice how you can’t type with a bandage on your finger? It gets completely in the way. I make so many typos when I use it, and when I try to keep the offending appendage out of the way it messes with my rhythm. That totally sounded like a birth control commercial. Sorry, what did you say?

And while I’m feeling snarky, I just want to take this moment and tell you that I am harboring a dislike for all humans that come in the IT variety. I’m firmly convinced that they follow no rules, but expect you to bow to their every wish and command. When they say jump, you are expected to ask how high. And if you don’t they will put you outside and make you sleep in the rain. Bark!

Digressing slightly, I actually love IT people. They fix me up nicely when I am broken and all of that, but right now, as of today, I would love to stuff them all through the paper shredder. In all honesty, one of the folks I a referring to is a very good friend of mine and when I told him I was going to blog about his evil computer empire, he was all gung-ho about it, and asked me to send him the link. Only I’m kind of afraid to, because he might change my password or something.

I will apologize for spastic nature of this post, but I’m having trouble settling on just one thing to talk about. There is just so much I want to tell you and I always seem to run out of time. I’m trying to type as fast as I can, but the bandage keeps getting in the way and I have to keep hitting the backspace key. And then, there is all this blood, and I’m feeling kind of woozy (and I’m LIMPING!). Sort of like I might fai………

Not that I’m overreacting for sympathy or anything.