I have Paronychia. Which is a really fun way of saying finger infection. I’m on antibiotics, but according to Target’s Clinic, it will never go away until a medical professional drains it. Which is why I was sent to urgent care. The urgent care doctor wasn’t convinced I needed to have my finger drained.

If I have to go back in a week to have it drained, I will cut someone.

I realize that the doctors in the urgent care clinic don’t want to be there. It’s part of their job working in a hospital. That does not, however, give them the right to just glance at my painfully angry finger and push me out the door with a prescription. Especially when I’m probably going to be charged nearly $200 for said visit. I have no idea how much insurance will cover; hopefully it’s all of it.

I still have long blog entries in my head, but it hurts to type, so they’ll have to wait until my finger isn’t filled with pus.

I toyed with the idea of taking a picture of my finger, but I’ll spare you. It’s not as bad as some of the pictures you can find on the internet, but it isn’t pretty. I keep it covered at work; I’m not sure if that’s good for the infection or making it worse. But I don’t want it to scare people, and I definitely don’t want it to start draining on its own and make a yucky mess.

Aren’t you glad you know me? I’m awesome, I know.

If you read the “Meet the Ghoti” page, you’ll notice it mentions I’m a stickler for grammar.  I feel as if I should also add linguist to that list, because while I am a stickler in writing (I don’t necessarily consider blogging writing, as I find it far more conversational), I’m not so much a stickler for speech.  You won’t ever hear me correct the way someone says something, though I often do it in my head.  The only time I will ever correct someone is when they correct someone else for saying “So-and-so and me.”  There are times when “me” is correct, so if you are going to be a dick, at least get your information straight.

Given this knowledge, it should come as no surprise that I love this shirt from Signals.  I wouldn’t wear it… don’t get me wrong.  But I’d probably be game for making a bag that said that.  I have this sickness.  You see, when I read things, I often read them the way they are “supposed” to be.  I don’t have a problem with people ending sentences with prepositions, but I really just love the sound of a sentence that’s been manipulated to not end that way.  “I am the grammarian about whom your mother warned you.”  Beautiful.

Completely unrelated, however, I do think this hoodie is about the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I would actually wear it.  If I had $60 laying around, it would be mine, no questions asked.

(Props to Signals… these images completely belong to them; I make no claims that they might be mine, though I did screenshot them myself.  Both images link to the Signals website, because I firmly believe in fair play, and I also think the Signals catalgue is awesome.)