Cardboard "paper cuts" that hurt WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY more than they should make me act erratic and ADHD. A day later it still hurts at all to the touch. The stupidity of the whole thing is that it was done opening the box around a 8 by 10 picture frame. A very lame thing to cause such annoyance. It is quite ridiculous that it hurt as deeply as it did. Apparently the tendinitis thing going on in that arm is making my receptors more sensitive. It took all of my resolve not to cry like a blathering idiot. Really. I'm 30 years old and a paper cut had me wanting a hug and to cry like a baby.
This is the type of stupid little thing that feels like it can happen only to me. I get a bruise/cut/sprain much more painful than is average in the lamest of situations. I mean, if I was one of the Metal Men in the upper studios a cut could be cool. But a little crafter? yeah... no real "cool" imaginative stories behind a cut there... and even those lame ones are still less lame then the truth - a picture frame box bit me!
I also deserve a cookie because I brought my son to the studios with the intention of working a bit on my own stuff and letting him paint too. Only one of those things happened... and every parent can correctly guess which one. And my body decided that even though I was being a good mom I should get zapped and have a horrible vice-like scalp spasm. Luckily it was as we were leaving and my son was an absolute sweetheart about it, giving me a bottle of water to "make mommy better and happy." It didn't last all that long, but very much like that damn cut, it was completely unexpected, poorly timed, and extremely painful.
So another artist on my floor has a lovely original Sebastian painting in her studio and I know what I will be working on my next foray... I just hope that the artist I was rude to the other day doesn't think I'm psycho now and that my hour tomorrow to work is without accident
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