I averaged watching about 6 hours a day of Wimbledon play for the last week, not sure which month it is or who I am anymore. What's more concerning is I don't really care. I cut the shit out of my thumb last night playing with a combat knife. A pro musician playing with a knife, wtf??? As soon as I saw this huge piece of flesh hanging, I placed the skin back and held it super tight with my other hand and stopped any blood from coming out. I went to get the band aids from the bathroom, then realized how the fuck am I supposed to open them while pressing my wound? As soon as I let go blood was dripping everywhere, fast. By the time I got a couple on tight, it looked like Stoned Farmer had a party in there, so I sponged up most of the blood off the tile before it dried. I gave it a couple of hours to clot, then went to clean and redress it before bed. I got a shot glass and filled it with a 6% h2o2 mixture I dilute myself, carefully ran the warm water over the wound to melt off the blood clotted band aids, then stuck my thumb in the shot glass. It literally boiled over with germs and some blood, and hurt like hell. It boiled so hard that the solution actually became HOT and a pinkish, frothy, meaty mixture poured into my sink. I placed the skin flap back into the wound, and put neosporin on band aids before redressing it. It feels much better this morning, but is sore from healing. I was supposed to go busking today, but I guess I'll go for a long bike ride, instead.
I wanted to sleep until 2pm, but forgot this guy wanted to stop by for a qp. Woke up to piss at 1pm and looked at my phone, he was already parked in the spot. I told him to give me 10 minutes and went down to collect my $1400, so I really don't need to busk, anyway. What a start to the week, hope yours is better...