Posted by sean on November 18, 2015 at 4:55 pm in Fun At Home with No Comments


Last night I cut myself. Not in an Eamo kind of way. In a manner which only I could. I was lying in bed, when I felt a sharp pain in my thumb. I turned the bedside lamp on, to find that there was a cut on my thumb. There wasn’t lots of blood, but my flesh had been torn and was separating whenever I moved my hand. It made me feel more sick than pained. I don’t know how I obtained the wound. It looks like a papercut, but there was no paper in sight. Clearly, this was caused by one of two things… I must have either cut myself on the duvet, or I have stigmata.

Luckily I have some plasters, which fixed my torn skin together. Unluckily, the plasters are rubbish. Every time I wash my hands – which, as people who know me will testify, is A LOT, throughout the day – the plaster falls off. They are not waterproof in the slightest. I may as well wrap some sellotape around my thumb. It would be a lot cheaper and probably more effective. I hope my skin heals overnight (and I don’t cut myself again), so I can leave the plasters at home tomorrow, as I’m fast running out of the things!

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