Grandma to the Rescue

Inspirational song: Mighty Mouse Theme Song (Mitch Miller and the Terrytooners)

This morning, I went swooping in with a bag of tools, hoping to be the key to solve a problem. I didn't end up fixing everything, but at least my tools and scrutiny helped evaluate the situation. Avery got what is referred to as a "hair tourniquet." This is when a hair wraps tightly around a digit, in this case his finger, and digs into the skin. When I arrived, my daughter was waiting for a callback from her pediatrician, and I had barely set up to peer at his hand when they called her. I had crafting tools, namely a large magnification lamp, bright neck-worn detail lights, tapestry needles, embroidery snips, and tweezers. Together we studied his finger thoroughly. The best we can tell, the hair or whatever fiber was gone, but it had dug a channel three-quarters of the way around his finger. The sides had what looked like little paper cuts, and the top had a stubborn groove that didn't want to smooth out. The underside looked totally unbothered, and the tip of his finger was normal colored and normal temperature, so there didn't seem to be an ER-type urgency. The pediatrician said to monitor it, and he already had an appointment for next week, if they need further treatment. They said we could try to moisten it to see if the skin would loosen. We dipped his hand in lukewarm water (leading to all kinds of jokes about slumber party pranks), and we rubbed a little Aquaphor on it. Neither of those seemed to change it. Will monitor.

I went to get my vaccines at Walgreens this afternoon. Other than a solid nap at around 4 o'clock, I appear to be just fine. I had the Pfizer version of the covid booster, and those generally treat me well. Only the Moderna I got one time made me feel like crap.

I took the obligatory selfie of my bandaids, to put on social media. I got a dozen or so likes from mutuals, and then the floodgates opened. I've been getting tons of comments from men I don't know, mostly just saying hello beautiful kinds of junk, plus one pornbot (so far). Why? Just because you could see a fragment of my face in the picture? See, this is why my profile picture is Indiana Jones punching a Nazi. It keeps me separated from the schmoozy stuff I Do Not Want. I hid the bot, but I'm thinking of leaving the unsolicited hellos, so that when other people vet them for friend requests, they have evidence of what sort of account they are.