Last week I was doing the dishes when a glass broke, resulting in a nasty cut to my left arm. My sister drove me to urgent care, where I received five stitches and a dismissive bandaid which hardly prompted the kind of sympathy I was looking for at home. The thing is, this isn’t my first rodeo. I had stitches as the result of a previous dishwashing incident and I’m at the point where I’m pretty sure the doctors are going to start doubting my story.
“You say it was another dishwashing accident? Uh huh.”
Not to get too graphic, but this cut was on a meaty part of my arm that doesn’t hurt at all so it’s business as usual in the studio. Plus, I’m right-handed and both of my jagged dish-related scars are on my left. The stitches come out at the end of the week and Dr. Rossman has gleefully offered to remove them with his fly-tying scissors so I have that to look forward to.
In the meantime, I painted this.