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wMonday, May 28, 2001


ACCIDENT-PRONE
Oops. When Dad saw my scalded hand in the kitchen he told me to take care not to pop the blisters open to prevent major scarring. I remember having all my other blisters cleaned up when I was kid, so the suggestion sounded "huh?" to me. I wonder why. But oh, I'd do anything not to cause further damage. I've enough skin blemishes to last me a lifetime, thank you.

However, now that I've been warned, I'm more edgy. I'll be having a harder time getting a grip on things... LITERALLY. Albeit it's a good thing I can still type & wash dishes, I can hardly wait til I fully recover. :-/

Meanwhile, I got my right hand's index, middle, & ring fingers singed while I was doing some ironing for my mom. Then I had my thumb punctured with the crab claw I was delightedly cracking up to munch on while watching TV. I almost slipped too at the kitchen when I was clearing the place. WTF?! Maybe I shouldn't wonder if I step outside again & get hit by a truck real soon. Sure is hard being hit with the "bad hair day syndrome".

posted by Andalusia at 5/28/2001 08:01:00 PM


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