I am not discussing the actions of a friend. In this case, my title selection pertains to a cut on my right index finger. The other day, I reached for my razor and accidentally grabbed its blade.
You might wonder why I'd bother to photograph and blog about something so insignificant. This little wound is hardly worth a word, however annoying it has been. (I have been quite surprised how often one needs to use the tip of a finger in daily life.)
Here, instead, as we're between Canadian and US Thanksgivings, I wanted to say how grateful I am. It's a miracle that the human body heals so well. Can you image what we'd look like by the age of 60, if our little cuts and scrapes didn't heal? Considering how careless we can be, it's good that a person's body can recover from a lifetime of little wounds.
