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Jan. 5th, 2009 09:38 am
I fought the kitty litter...
...and the kitty litter won. Freakin' OW!
So, Saturday I went to change the litter boxes (we have two). I had successfully emptied them and was working on refilling them. We buy the 35 pound plastic tubs of kitty litter. I was holding it by the handle with my right hand and the bottom of the container with my left hand, merrily filling the first box. I sorta lost my grip with my left hand and the the lip on the edge of the container smashed into my wrist, causing much pain, bruising, and almost bleeding.
It looks like I tried to slit my wrist. -_- And it's right next to where one would check for a pulse. And we have no bandaids in our apartment that are larger than a zit. Seriously. OW.
It's mostly healed now, but it's making a nice and painful pseudo scab. And it's a bitch to type with it there. Really. Ow.
So, Saturday I went to change the litter boxes (we have two). I had successfully emptied them and was working on refilling them. We buy the 35 pound plastic tubs of kitty litter. I was holding it by the handle with my right hand and the bottom of the container with my left hand, merrily filling the first box. I sorta lost my grip with my left hand and the the lip on the edge of the container smashed into my wrist, causing much pain, bruising, and almost bleeding.
It looks like I tried to slit my wrist. -_- And it's right next to where one would check for a pulse. And we have no bandaids in our apartment that are larger than a zit. Seriously. OW.
It's mostly healed now, but it's making a nice and painful pseudo scab. And it's a bitch to type with it there. Really. Ow.
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