wowsers!

Sunday, my studiomate and I went to his shop to build a shelf. (a slighter smaller shelf that runs along the first one, sort of creating a bi-level effect…) It is a fine shelf, but I picked up a splinter. Right in the middle of my right hand palm. Of course, I pulled it out and moved on.

I didn’t think I got it all, but I couldn’t see anything.

By yesterday at work, it was irritating me whenever I tried to grab something. Like, say, always. Shit! I am right-handed. I felt it every time. Bother.

I picked at it. Found nothing. Picked at it more after it festered a bit. Still nothing.

Finally today at work, it was pusy enough, that I drained it and a small dark speck appeared under the skin surface a little off from the puncture hole. I let it be, determined to cut it open and dig it out when I got home.

And this is what I did.

I cut into it with a clean blade, trying to repress a smile. (I am a sick-o, you know…) Then I grabbed the tweezers and dug a bit. Still nothing.

One more squeeze.

Oh! I see that now, that damned tiny speck… I grabbed the tweezers once more and pulled.

Damn…
No, wonder I could feel something in there still…

I kept my thumb in the frame to offer reference. It may not seem like much, but there is some of it underneath the tweezer… Plus, I had initially pulled out about this much when I get it in the first place.

The splinter measures about halfway across my thumbnail. Just so you know…

Wowsers!

My palm was teh clown car for the wooden sliver circus.