The glass man cleaned up the mess he'd made but clearly not well enough. Today I sat down outside my classroom to read something in the sunshine, and my hand brushed along the decking. Something seemed to cut me. Darn, I thought, a splinter from the new wood - but it wasn't.
There were slivers of glass trapped in a long cut down my palm. Blood welling up everywhere, I took out some of the glass but realised some was trapped. I grabbed some tissues off my desk and made my way up to the Office and requested tweezers. The Secretary came with me to the sick bay and she ferretted through the first aid packs for some tweezers. She found some and then tried to get the glass out. She kept saying, "Jenny. Oh, Jenny!" in a kind of 'I can't believe this has happened to you but it's kind of funny' tone. The glass didn't come out but I could feel the tweezers clacking against it (shudder) and I started to feel quite ill. And it really hurt! The bell went while I was trying to wash the blood away before we had another attempt, and lots of teachers and a few students were coming past the sick bay and stopping to see me! I was yelping and trying to be calm and luckily our DP went off to start my Ethics class! Another teacher brought in some needles and was really hoping to have a go at removing the glass! Oh lucky me!
Jackie finally got the glass out and we slopped a bit of diluted Dettol on it which really stung! I yelped all over again! Then I covered it all up and tottered over to class. Crisis over. But it stings quite a lot now. And I can't lean on my hand at all. I am sure it'll be fine in the morning though. It's just a cut. And at least the caretaker has vacuummed the deck now.
And that was the highlight of the day. Oh and it'll cost over two grand to fix my car. I'm trying to ignore that. And I guess that's all from me tonight.