Drifting through life

I'm telling it to you straight. Between unexpected encounters with sharper than sharp knives and repeated clawings from Angel, I'm beginning to think I can't have much blood left. With my best red spurting out faster than my body can replace it, surely the tank must be getting a little low now. It would explain the tiredness, because surely it can't be the cold mornings keeping me in bed later, I like the cold. It's a great reason to have hot coffee and apple pies. This morning I was getting ready to go out when I noticed something on the bathroom floor. Something that didn't ought to be there. I'd already swept up, where did this bunch of fluff and hair come from? I bent down to pick it up and out of nowhere, literally, came a streak of black and grey fur fronted by outstretched claws and *slash*, the heel of my hand is opened and gushing blood. Did I shriek? You bet I did. More from surprise, but there was a little pain. One not too deep gash an...

I was crawling around on my hands and knees in a dimly lit area, ( really should change that light globe), picking up shards of something broken.... I moved forward, put my hand down.... on something sharp sticking up off the floor. ow ow ow! The edge of a broken cd cover had gouged into the side of my hand and left a hole with a strip of hanging skin. Which I cut off with kitchen scissors. I held it under running water, then in a clean towel while I tried to open a bandaid without dropping the towel and dripping blood everywhere. Got the wound covered then kept on picking up bits and pieces.....thinking back now, I probably should have just swept everything into a dustpan.....but sometimes my brain takes itself off on a little holiday. The gouge wasn't very big, nor very deep, but that damn thing bled like a stuck pig. Right through the first bandaid in about two minutes. I changed bandaid after bandaid and it has finally dried up. Want to see? That's the ...