Scabs!

I have an unhealthy fixation with scabs. It's... well it's disgusting, really, but I don't particularly care. I don't eat them or anything gross like that, but I will get extremely itchy fingers if I see someone with a big scab on them somewhere. I'll want to pick it.

See, I told you. Disgusting. It's bad enough to pick one's own scabbies, let alone getting your fingernails underneath someone else's. Luckily enough (or not, depending how you look at it), I have eczema. Which means I have an abundance of itchy, dry skins cells which, if scratched at too hard, turn into big scabbies. Yay!

Yeah. Disgusting. I try not to pick them, because then they spread, and it's bad enough having scaly shins, without other areas making me look like the demon offspring of Godzilla, or something.

Anyway, the point of this was that I got mortally wounded by a door on Tuesday, and yesterday I deemed the resultant scab ready for plucking. Imagine my joy and wonderment when the whole thing came off in one big strip! Woo! Unfortunately Tom wouldn't let me keep Jeremy (the wonderscab), and I can't share a picture of the dreaded wound either, because I have a wonderfully shitty phone camera. So you'll just have to take my word for it. *nodnod*

9:23 AM - January 20, 2008