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How to Remove a Splinter on Your Dominant Hand When You’re Single
At the wooden ballet barre yesterday, I got a splinter. I winced as it went in. But I’m no wimp. I finished the class, rushed to appointments and soldiered on. The splinter was deep. I tried to ignore it. This morning, there was pus oozing out of the wound, and it was one of those moments when I bemoaned living alone. I’m not good with small tools, and I dreaded digging around the now inflamed skin. Repeatedly during the day, I soaked the finger in hot water, hoping to at least stave off further infection. At 3pm, enough was enough. I sterilized a tweezer, poked around and lifted the wood piece out. My finger’s on the mend, my toilets are fixed, and I’m feeling accomplished.
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Ouch!!!! Glad you got it out! Speaking of ballet…have you watched the documentary on Netflix called “A Ballerina’s Tale”? It’s about Misty Copeland. I think you’d like it!
Yes. I’m thrilled that Misty Copeland has become so successful. It’s a great story.
Why did you ignore the splinter, Wendy?
Because it was deeply imbedded, and I disliked the idea of using a sharp tool to cut into my finger using the non-dominant hand. And magical thinking, I guess.
Yesterday I went to mow the lawn for the first time this year. Got it started fine last weekend (to test it). So I filled it with gas, primed it, and…nothing. Tried it several times and nada. Removed the top and a bunch of leaves. Then I tried cleaning off the spark plug. Nothing. Then, after cursing a bit, I primed it some more (although I was worried about flooding it with gas). Miraculously it started and I was able to cut the grass. I did feel kind of accomplished because this transpired in my driveway, in full view of the neighbors. They got to see me with tools-n-stuff. I kind of felt like a badass, even though in all likelihood, it was just the extra priming that did it.
You are a total badass.