Saturday, February 28, 2009

I grazed my knees.

I Grazed My Knees - An Extended Analogy.

You get out of the car. Maybe you fall out, step out gingerly and trip, or you get shoved out. But still, you fall and slide a few feet on your bare knees. Ouch.

First, it's the fricking pus/blood-oozing open wound. And it hurts so bad you cry.
Oww.

Then when the worst of the tears have gone, you look at it and whine away.
You know it's gna get infected, unless you wash it and clean it.
So you have a choice, whether to leave it and avoid the megapain, or get it done up, even though you know it's gna hurt like MAD.

So maybe you choose the iodine method, and it freaking stings like a bitch.
But then, it will heal well.

After that, it's the scabbing process, the crusty in-betweens of scarring.
But it's on your bloody knee. So if you move too much, the stretching of your skin'll rip the scab. Then there'll be fresh pain and a little blood. As long as you keep moving around, this'll constantly happen.

I have to learn not to move, until it heals.

Posted by Rebecca @ 11:37 PM