It's just a flesh wound, really

And now for a post-bicycle accident update: the gash on my left palm finally formed a scab and only hurts if something touches it. It's currently bandaged and swimming in Neosporin.

Yes, I offended little lambs and Baby Jesuses everywhere yesterday morning when a stream of colorful expletives left my mouth, but you'd cry too if a nurse poured peroxide on the exposed surface of your epidermis. Wait, make that your raw dermis (see image, right).

My chin is no longer black, it's now a purpley-bluish hue. The lady at the grocery store gave me a funny look... guess she thought my boyfriend beat me up or something. If she only knew... Anyhoo, it doesn't ache so much today and the swelling has gone down a bit. Should be good as new in a week or so. I hope to stop wearing this wacky hand bandage soon. It's itchy.

I did seriously consider kicking the bicycle that felled me yesterday; however, seeing as how my luck is low right now I thought better of it and merely walked around it. (Someone leaned it by a bush behind the library. It leers at me as I go to and from the office.) Yes, I will definitely get back on a bike again, but I don't know if I'll risk one of the bikes from work. They're so crappy.