Bleeding out in front of the fancy feast section at work was absolutely not how I expected my shift to end last Friday but here I am a week later. So yeah I tripped and fell into a glass tank at work last week and had to get stitches in my left leg. I’m okay and my cuts are healing nicely. I have all but one stitch out which is annoying since it’s in the deeper cut and all the other stitches in that cut stung when they got taken out. I know why mom my left it in but at the same time I wish I just got them out all at once.

I haven’t been able to sit at my desk so I haven’t had access to my computer. I’ve been tired from the emotional roller coaster I was on after Friday and from a lack of sleep thanks to my leg being finicky about how I position it when I’m laying down. I did want to at least write something here since I just don’t want to talk about this on bsky. I really don’t like to worry people and honestly I get easily irritated when everyone wants to ask me about how I’m doing. I think I just don’t like people in my business but here I am running a blog where I put my business out on the Internet anyways.

I bought myself some fountain pen ink (Nagasawa Kobe – #2 Hatoba Blue) and some gel pens for being so brave. I’m bad with needles too and I had to be very brave about being stabbed with needles (had to get up to date on my tetanus shot and the numbing shots which honestly was the only time I was in pain, those shots fucking HURT) am a very anxious person but I don’t really show that outwardly because what’s the point of freaking out about it. That just makes shit worse. Also I don’t think I’m very expressive anyways so I don’t think people clock when I’m panicking until I’m visibly shaking like a scared little animal. I do also think that anything that could happen to me at work is inherently deeply unserious¹ and that includes me bleeding out on the floor. because honestly I think it’s bullshit I was literally like 5 feet away from my destination when I tripped into the tank and the only reason why I was moving it was because it was part of a kit that someone opened up, broke the lid, and left it in the middle of the floor so of course I had to clean that up and move it to the back because nobody at that store knows how to clean up after themselves. Isn’t working retail just wonderful.

1. I’ve written about this, the concept of unserious events, before when my pants tore themselves asunder while I was at work but thinking about that again makes me think that I may need to write off the idea of having legs in general. I had to get surgery on my other leg back when I was in high school to fix my achilles tendon, which I would’ve been more upset if it was that leg that got sliced up because that’s my expensive leg. I joked about amputation while waiting in the ER but really I am sick of dealing with my legs. 100% uncritical support to trans-humanists I think they are on to something here… ↩︎