Awkward, at best

In case you were wondering this afternoon how dexterous I REALLY am, consider this: two mornings ago, while carefully shaving my legs with a new razor, I cut off a 2-inch long, half-inch wide strip of skin. I looked down at my bleeding leg and wondered to myself (in a terrifying moment of pain) how long it might take me to bleed to death.

15 band-aids and 24 hours lated, the cut is still bleeding. I refuse to believe that I need it stiched, however am confined to wearing long pants for at least the next few weeks while it heals.

And you wonder why I didn't end up becoming a doctor :)