This past Labor Day I put my finger in an operating blender and got the expected results-- three stitches. As time went by, I marveled at the crunchiness of my finger and how the iodine stain refused to wash off. Today the stitches were removed. Doc says the crunchy blackness is actually necrosis.
Well now, isn’t that special? Gotta say, that really freaked me out. Since I type for a living, doc says keep it cushioned with bandages and do not use the finger for typing and come back in three days. This did not calm down my freak out even a little.
You guys’ll help me, right? No need to freak. My finger isn’t about to rot off and I’m not gonna develop a taste for brains anytime soon. Right? Right?!!!
I’ve been part-zombie for a couple of years now and I love it. Prolly the most important thing is that when the Zombie Apocalypse does finally happen, I’ll have nothing to worry about.
One thing that sure surprised me about my new life as the living dead is how painful it’s turning out to be. You’d think the walking dead flesh would be, well, deadened.
