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blood on the dance floor
Jul. 2nd, 2014 04:20 pmThe pathology report said it was a benign dermal fibroid lump. Apparently that happens when you have some kind of trauma and then infection. The skin just tries to isolate it by creating this lump. Apparently that explains why sometimes it would itch like a mosquito bite. No more lump and definitely not cancer, so that's a win.
The doctor removed my stitches, pronounced it fine and I headed home. I made a brief library stop to pick up my holds, considered stopping for a fountain soda at 7-11 and drove home. On my way in the door I stopped to change the filter in the AC unit, and I brushed the spot against my shirt. There was a brief sharp pain, and the wound split open, dumping blood everywhere. It slowed pretty quick but I haven't seen that much blood coming out of me in years. Apparently my skin did not like the stitches at all. The edges of the wound are round, so it just didn't hold together even after a week. I called the doctor and he advised just bandaging it up for now. It isn't deep so it should be okay. Mostly it annoys me because I probably won't be able to swim with it for another week.
On the way home I ended up behind a taco truck. Not the fancy sort you see at bars these days, but the old fashioned big white food trucks you see at job sites. It had an ad on the back for the construction company my father worked for all those years. The logo has changed, but the font is the same and so is the phone number. I looked at their website, and it made me a little angry and sad. Amazing how you can paper over history so neatly, so cleanly.
Anyway. There's some new stuff coming up at work in regards to how the company ships out online orders from low stock or clearance or discontinued stuff. It means I might get a pretty regular schedule and some more hours. Still very part time, because honestly I have no desire to work full time. But I could get a commitment to regular morning hours and that would be delightful.
The doctor removed my stitches, pronounced it fine and I headed home. I made a brief library stop to pick up my holds, considered stopping for a fountain soda at 7-11 and drove home. On my way in the door I stopped to change the filter in the AC unit, and I brushed the spot against my shirt. There was a brief sharp pain, and the wound split open, dumping blood everywhere. It slowed pretty quick but I haven't seen that much blood coming out of me in years. Apparently my skin did not like the stitches at all. The edges of the wound are round, so it just didn't hold together even after a week. I called the doctor and he advised just bandaging it up for now. It isn't deep so it should be okay. Mostly it annoys me because I probably won't be able to swim with it for another week.
On the way home I ended up behind a taco truck. Not the fancy sort you see at bars these days, but the old fashioned big white food trucks you see at job sites. It had an ad on the back for the construction company my father worked for all those years. The logo has changed, but the font is the same and so is the phone number. I looked at their website, and it made me a little angry and sad. Amazing how you can paper over history so neatly, so cleanly.
Anyway. There's some new stuff coming up at work in regards to how the company ships out online orders from low stock or clearance or discontinued stuff. It means I might get a pretty regular schedule and some more hours. Still very part time, because honestly I have no desire to work full time. But I could get a commitment to regular morning hours and that would be delightful.