Superglue and Guilt and Kids

I suffered through the day yesterday with my less than useful liquid bandage, enjoying the fine acetone smell which always reminds me of my sisters removing nail polish. Then, after work but before rehearsal I ran down to Cole Hardware conveniently located just off Market Street downtown. A rare thing to have a neighborhood hardware store anywhere in the city any more, let alone one in the tourist heart of downtown.

Unfortunately they were out of the brush on Krazy Glue, leaving me to buy a tube. I opted for the Krazy Glue brand even though other brands were cheaper, partially because of the protective tube it comes in but mostly because I tend to be brand loyal. I head off to rehearsal, go straight to the men’s room to apply my new protective coating to my cut and… The tube is hard as a rock. After massaging it and throwing all my weight onto it I manage to get enough half solidified glue out to coat my cut. Even so… way better than the liquid bandage.

I can actually use my finger now. I can type away with reckless abandon. Of course, I wouldn’t actually be typing right now if I’d signed up to participate in my company’s volunteer community day today. Why didn’t I volunteer? Because I’m a heartless bastard who doesn’t believe in making care packages for children with cancer? No, because a the very poorly worded info on the community day made it sound like you had to use Paid Time Off to participate and I haven’t earned enough yet. But by the time I found out you didn’t need to use PTO to go, I had already scheduled a couple phone calls for this morning.

On top of all that, it’s bring your kids to work day. The place was swarming with the cutest little kids you’ve ever seen until about 20 minutes ago, when they all went across the street for community day. I could be getting my kid fix while getting a warm fuzzy from making care packages while getting paid! Instead I’m at work, but at least I’ve got Krazy Glue on my cut.

(And that my friends is probably the most I will ever blog about work, because I’m paranoid about getting dooced.)

Superglue

I cut myself this morning doing the dishes. It wasn't especially deep, but it bled a lot and hurt like a I'd cut my finger or something. I made it through the day from band aids in the first aid kit at my office. One perk of working for a company that owns a company that makes office first aid kits is that we have really nice first aid kits. I think you could perform surgery with the stuff in there.

But my last office band aid came off at rehearsal tonight and I could see blood start to seep through the edges. As soon as we ended I ran to the Walgreens. I didn't have much time as my ride needed to get home. Or rather, one of the other people hitching a ride with my ride needed to get home quickly to relief her babysitter and be reunited with her child.

So I run into the Walgreens and the line is literally halfway to the back of the store. Shit, but I rush through the aisles looking for the band aide section anyway. I wanted to see if they had any liquid bandages. I've never used liquid bandages, but I'm a big fan of using superglue on cuts. I wanted to see what the difference was.

As I'm rushing about the store I discover another little cash register on the side with a shorter line. A ha! I find the band aids. Grab the first liquid bandage I see and rush off to the shorter line.

The shorter line still moves achingly slowly, but I make it out of the store in time to catch my ride. Back home, my friend successfully reunited with her child, I apply the liquid bandage.

Jesus god it stings like I just put acetone in my cut, which I effectively did. The package says it has an anesthetic in it, but it feels more like it actively induces pain. This does wear off and I now have a nice coating over my cut. I'm not sure about it though. I kinda wish I'd just gotten some superglue.