I smashed my thumb trying to open a bottle of wine with a hammer and a butter knife. Now, my finger hurts like crazy. I ran it under cold water, but the Motherfucker bled like a pig.
Probably gonna lose the nail. Shit looks split right down the middle, which I wouldn’t even think is possible unless I saw it with my own eyes. And now that I’ve seen it, I still don’t believe it. Like shutters on a haunted house. One panel all busted up in the frame and the other hanging loose by a hinge.
I had to sacrifice an old pair of pantyhose to stop the bleeding. Nylon is not a particularly absorbent material, I realize that now. But I think I did a good job. I started with the foot section and wrapped it round and round my thumb a bunch of times. Tore it from the bloomers part with my teeth. I got a shoelace from an old pair of sneakers I don’t wear anymore and tied it up nice and secure, like I was MacGuyver.
I’m gonna try to look on the bright side. At least the bottle didn’t break. There’s a goddamn mess for you! And a waste of some perfectly good wine when the glass is all shattery and shit.
Don’t worry. You can still enjoy what’s in there. Just hold a sheet of paper towel over your cup. If there’s any shards or slivers of glass, it catches them.
I might even squeeze the wine out of the napkin and drink it. Depends on how desperate I feel.
One response to “Smashed!”
I hit a small little wall today… I have many paintings to do. I believe in art. It is the world to me. I love lining up all of my colored inks. It makes me feel great and grateful. Thank God I have supplies. So much so that I am going to donate some. BUT, back to the stories.
I am grateful that I can read. Im especially grateful Im reading ur works. They are marvelous, interesting, inspiring, dark, but with glimmers of hope. Thank you! ❤️