Earlier today, I had an awakening…
Pulling larger splinters out of your fingers is the equivalent of doing minor surgery on yourself.
Let me backtrack for the story.
My wife is doing some landscaping around her parents front yard. This means that I willingly allowed myself to be drawn into the project. We had to move a fairly large rock in a wheelbarrow.
Do you know that aged weathered look that wood gets when it has set outside way too long? The handles of the wheelbarrow had that look, and a particular amount of wood had become dry enough that it would break off into larger splintery bits when you run your hand over it.
So with about 300lbs of rock in the wheelbarrow, I did just that, pushing about 5 splinters into my fingers. Seeing them just below the surface of the skin I decided that this was not a good thing.
Needles, tweezers, and a small cup of rubbing alcohol and the endurance to bear the pain of jabbing a needle two-thirds the way into your finger make life worth living don’t it?
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