Ow ow ow ow ow!
So as I'm preparing dinner for Dad, since it's his birthday I decided to cook for him, I slice my finger. A good quarter of an inch off actually. And maybe a single millimeter away from needing to go to the ER since just through the skin, not nicked, I can see those lovely red veins.
Oooow. Well not so much with the ow since, amusingly, my ability to sense pain hasn't ever recovered from a childhood injury, but still - ooooow. My NaNo timeline is in jeopardy, at least it's only on the left hand so my art isn't in jeopardy, and my tinkering in the bowls of crap is shelved for a few days... in the very least, I think this might take a bit longer to spring back from though.
@_@
If you message me and it takes longer for me to reply just give me some time, I've had to adjust my typing to make up for losing a finger. >
Oooow. Well not so much with the ow since, amusingly, my ability to sense pain hasn't ever recovered from a childhood injury, but still - ooooow. My NaNo timeline is in jeopardy, at least it's only on the left hand so my art isn't in jeopardy, and my tinkering in the bowls of crap is shelved for a few days... in the very least, I think this might take a bit longer to spring back from though.
@_@
If you message me and it takes longer for me to reply just give me some time, I've had to adjust my typing to make up for losing a finger. >