this is

what it feels like.
i stabed myself in the han dlast night with the least used Wustoff knife in my wedding set. that means today i hurt, and i feel even more like an idiot, because everyone who sees me wants to know what hapened. bloodthirsty cannibals! it hurts almost as much as allowing myself to type without caps...but i've learned that i can't make do without periods (and preiodical spurts of left-hand onlt typing while i put myhand back up over myhead).

if i wasn't so tired from th 2+hour emergency room wait for my two stitches, i'd be doing something usefull right now. instead i'm bloggin one-hsnded and laughing at myself.

emergency was actually not so bad. lots of older folks, very sick. one young guy with the crazy-big 70s afro that is usually only seen in sitcom reruns. he was lank-extreme, wearing elephant sized baggy jeans and a four foot long whit t-shirt. the t-shirt was a silkscreen job, meticulously designed to look hand-painted with a spray can and stencils in brash primary greens, reds and blues. he went by slow and clutching his stomach, but still not fast enough to make sense of the apparel graffiti.

[CONT.]
today I'm feel MUCH better, but not better enough to care about caps and typos. they are choices. as emergency room injuries go, this one has been a bit of a picnic. pain, yes, but no lasting damage. I think I only shed (look! capital I's!) a couple of tears. I didn't feel bandoned, alone and terrified (like I did when a door nearly cutoff my left ring feinger).

[Cont.]
One week after the accident. I'm healing fine and I get my stitches out tomorrow. I can tell it is healing well because it has started ITCHING like crazy. In less happy news, I appear to have caught a nasty cold with a horrible sore throat, congestion and I'm tired, tired, tired.

Time to just post this and be done with it!