Ouch

The fold-down cabinet door that serves as my table has a corner very much like a woodcarving chisel. I’ve had a few very minor collisions with it over the years, but I hit it real hard the other day, gouging off a strip of epidermis. I bled for a while, using up a couple of tissues before it eventually clotted. As I learned in Boy Scouts, apply pressure to the wound. Then this morning I accidentally scrubbed off part of the scab. A little more bleeding, a little more pressure with a tissue.

I keep telling myself to do something about that corner. It’s a threat whenever I try to retrieve something from under the bed. Most times I think to put my hand over the corner. Sometimes I forget.

I think I might still have some epoxy putty I could shape a nubbin with. It’s probably stored under the bed. I’ll need to be careful when I check. But I could be stupid.