All day today I was bothered by a zit that had formed in a difficult spot on my face. It is where my brow meets my nose, but the zit was kind of pointing towards my eye. All day it got progressively swollen, getting more and more uncomfortable. So when I got home this evening, I about had it. I ran in the bathroom, took my glasses off, got real close to the mirror, and started twisting and turning, trying to get my fingers in a position to give it a good pinch. I can hear some soft padding sound behind me, and see the reflection of some subtle movement out of the corner of my eye in the mirror, but I’m too fixated on popping this zit.
I know I’m making progress, because I can feel this pressure and/or pain building up to the surface; I’m only hoping I don’t shoot pus back into my eyeball :eek: when suddenly I hear “MROWWR!”. It was the freaking cat, meowing at me to pay attention to him. It startled me pretty bad, so bad in fact that it popped the zit.
And caused me to accidentally jam my middle finger into my left eye :eek:
I jabbed myself in the nostril today. I was washing my face when my finger jammed itself in there. Scraped the inside so hard I thought it would bleed but it didn’t. It felt so bad that I actually thought I might find a loose flap of flesh in there, but no. It is fine.
My brother confessed that he’d yet again ignored the warning that you oughtn’t iron clothes that you’re wearing, but instead of using the regular iron, he decided to try this with the gizmo steamer he got for christmas. Of course I laughed at him.
A couple hours later I was made aware that I ought to cut my fingernails when I cut my butt while wiping. ::wipe, wipe, scrattttttch, shit that hurt, wow I’m bleeding:: There was a lot more blood than I’d of expected :smack:
