Battle Scar Galactica
Last week I cut my hand open, right on the side under the pinky, opening a bottle of pills because the edge where the foil gets torn off is usually all jagged. It was pretty healed, but then Friday I did it again, a bigger, deeper cut this time. You have no idea how stretchy the skin on your palm is until it hurts to stretch or scrunch it.
Anyhow, I'm hoping it leaves a scar, so that when I'm 94, I can show it to my grandchildren and say "See this? Your Gam* worked in a pharmacy 70 years ago, and cut her hand on a bottle."** Scars are cool, because they're like tattoos, onlypainful accidental.
* or whatever I go by. My aunt recently decided that she wants her grandchildren to call her "Oma." To Sam, the 2-year-old, this is indistinguishable from the word "Elmo." Mother of your father, or small annoying red muppet with the mentality of a 3-year-old widely regarded by most early generations of Sesame Street viewers as a filthy show-stealer? Take your pick.
** Then, of course, I'll have to explain that a pharmacy used to be a place you could actually walk into, rather than some warehouse in Minnesota owned by your insurance company.
Last week I cut my hand open, right on the side under the pinky, opening a bottle of pills because the edge where the foil gets torn off is usually all jagged. It was pretty healed, but then Friday I did it again, a bigger, deeper cut this time. You have no idea how stretchy the skin on your palm is until it hurts to stretch or scrunch it.
Anyhow, I'm hoping it leaves a scar, so that when I'm 94, I can show it to my grandchildren and say "See this? Your Gam* worked in a pharmacy 70 years ago, and cut her hand on a bottle."** Scars are cool, because they're like tattoos, only
* or whatever I go by. My aunt recently decided that she wants her grandchildren to call her "Oma." To Sam, the 2-year-old, this is indistinguishable from the word "Elmo." Mother of your father, or small annoying red muppet with the mentality of a 3-year-old widely regarded by most early generations of Sesame Street viewers as a filthy show-stealer? Take your pick.
** Then, of course, I'll have to explain that a pharmacy used to be a place you could actually walk into, rather than some warehouse in Minnesota owned by your insurance company.
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