Scraped Knee

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I scraped my knee on Saturday night and when I say I scraped it, I mean it's a full on looks like I'm 8 years old and just got the training wheels off complete skin removal job. It hurts, too and I think I'm taking care of it wrong. I asked young M what to do, since he is something of a large skin abrasion expert and he said that you should always leave skinned knees completely alone. Unfortunately, I wore tights yesterday. For future reference, if you have a skinned knee, do not, repeat, do not, wear thick black tights. Actually, now that I think of it, if you're going to wear tights, black is the way to go. That way (major grossness ahead!) it won't show when the tights get all attached to your scrape and the pus oozes all over everything and it won't be all that terribly bad (it will be pretty bad, regardless) when you gently detach the fabric of the tights from your knee later. Big fun. Also, I'm suing S for the cost of my box of gauze pads, since, without seeing the fall, she knew exactly which hole in her yard caused the scrape. No, not really. I confess: beer and clogs had just as much to do with it as a small hole digging dog.

In other news, I have a terrible sinking sensation that I've told the sugar and lemon story from Tuesday's post before. I don't really care enough to go through 900-odd posts to find out (note to Google/Blogger - it would be really awesome if there was an easy way to tag old posts. Really awesome.) but if I did, well, I apologize. Age and senility and no imagination and all that. Getting older sucks on so many levels and it's probably why my knee hurts worse than it did when I was 8 and did the same kind of thing. Hell, I can't even sit on my bed with one leg underneath me and paint anymore: I did that a couple Sundays ago and, while I noticed that I kept falling over when I stood up, it took a while for me to connect the position with the excruciating muscle pain I was in all day Monday and Tuesday. You know you're old and, okay, maybe just very slightly out of shape when sitting on your bed for a few hours causes days of pain.

Speaking of age, my birthday is coming up and I don't know what to do about it. Every year I go through this birthday angst and every year it freaks me way the fuck out from about now to May 5, at which point I'm over it again. Does everyone go through this? It's mildly hellish. I don't know if I want to throw myself a party or go smear mud on my head and sit in a cave meditating on my sins for 24 hours or what. Actually, I'm secretly hoping that somebody else will make this decision for me by taking me on a cruise or sweeping me away to a club with a gorilla gram or something - god, anything. Anything where I don't have to make a decision. Unfortunately - and damn, it is unfortunate, I think this all the time - we're living in real life, not a delightful escapist novel and so the chances of that happening are roughly nil. Pity.