rootofnewt | Hello, tetanus.

Today, Ronan and I wandered over to Fifeville Park. I occupied myself picking up pieces of broken glass from under the play structure. Well, I thought I'd stretch for one piece, which was a mistake. I ended up with tiny shards broken off under my nail. OUCH. I tried to flick/draw them out out, but my thumbnails weren't much help (got a tiny piece out, but not the second) and it was bleeding copiously (that's a good thing, I suppose, given that the glass was all in mulch). I ended up wrapping my finger in a wipe, then a tissue, for the walk/ride home. Got home and had to dig my keys out. I finally got inside and washed off the rest of the blood and found the tweezers (the really good ones, not the cheapies that never actually meet properly).

I couldn't see the shard, easily, but I could see a spot under my nail which wasn't right, so I had to go by feel at first, until I realized I could HEAR the tweezers tapping the shard. Finally got it out. Encouraged it to bleed a bit more, rinsed it a bit, then put on a bandaid. Damn, that hurt, though.

And we went back out for a bike and bus ride to the corner. Ronan fell asleep on the shuttle, so I rode it the whole way around to let him sleep. Finally got off and he woke up at Fox Park, where he enjoyed snacks while I drank a cuppa coffee.

In other news, I need a scooter. Kid is already coasting fast on his runbike.