I like to uphold traditions. One of the traditions I observe faithfully is to cut myself at least once when I shave my legs. (Which is one of several reasons I only shave my legs three or four times during the summer.)
Usually I nick my heel, today I got my knee pretty good. I watched the dark red thread meander down my leg for a minute or two before I balled up some toilet paper and dabbed the cut. I like watching my blood flow. Is that weird? (It's more of a rhetorical question. You don't have to answer that.)
I found myself a band-aid and pasted it on. Which was a mistake because it was too small for the cut (toldya, I got myself good). Tore it off again (ouch!), found a bigger one (you're gonna need a bigger band-aid!). Bled through that in three minutes. Put on a third one, and that did the trick. I am not going to bleed out like one of my recent favorite literary characters. (I'm not telling you which one, it would be a story spoiler.)
So all in all, not bad. You know what the one bad thing was about cutting myself? I've had "First Cut Is The Deepest" playing in my head all day. Sung by Cheryl Crow, and I really don't like her version of it, I think it's lame. Gimme Rod Stewart any day.
I don't like Sheryl Crow's version either. And I always manage to cut my little finger while I'm shaving my legs. Good thing I can only shave four times a year (thanks to swimming, I'm not that gross!). And I do like to watch the blood flow, too. :)
Posted by: Chrissy | Jun 07, 2004 at 08:57 AM