Not a Major Wound.... but

 On my way into my home today after shopping at Trader Joe's I stupidly carried two paper sacks of food at the same time,

The stupid bit was carrying two bags (one under each arm); as a result of which I was careless, and allowed my porch door to swing back and hit the back of my hand.

What a mess on this thin skinned part of the body.





What a mess.  Blood all over the place as I came into my home.

Then my frustration was exacerbated.  

"Why oh why" I ask, must they pack bandages/band aids/plasters in packets which are as secure as the gold at Fort Knox.


Don't the manufacturers understand that when you need a bandage/band aid/plaster,  you need it NOW, not ten minutes after the wound occurred. 

Ah well.  This is my grump of the day! And I need no sympathy for the bloody mess on the back of my left hand.

'Twould have been avoided had I not been in such a hurry for an activity which needed no hurry! 

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