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I’ve decided┬áto start quoting from┬ámy archive, because there’s some amusing stuff in there. Like this thought from June 20, 2002:

Today, we’ll play the game of, “what was stuck in Russ’s hand?” Was it:

  1. a small pebble
  2. pencil lead
  3. a small piece of glass
  4. all of the above
  5. none of the above

And the answer is ‘3: a small piece of glass’.

It was there for a few months, and I’ve no idea how it got into my hand. At some point, I just noticed a scab/sore on my palm that wouldn’t heal. I left it there, thinking it would heal, and it just wouldn’t. So, I finally went to the doctor to see what was wrong. He took a needle and a pair of tweezers, and just kept pulling back the skin until he was able to get the glass out of my hand.

And this wasn’t a small piece of glass. It was about a millimetre and a half in diameter. But I have absolutely no idea how or when it got there. Weird. That’s not the kind of thing you don’t notice.

Anyway, it’s all good, now. Let that be a lesson to you, kids: things don’t always heal on their own. Sometimes, a trained professional has to dig around in your flesh with a sharp medical instrument.

Russ