ya gotta do it right
because my eyebrow's all stitched up, i've been having to wear a band-aid... So of course i have been delighting in sportin' colorful tributes to Blue's Clues, Winnie the Pooh, and holographic disco fun over my left eye. Far be it from me to have to subject myself to the hideous "nude" color the rest of the world adheres to!
There are varied reactions to the bandaid (colorful or not): those people who know me say, usually laughingly, "britt! what happened?!", while those people who only sorta know who i am tend to look sympathetic and quietly inquire "how are you?". I can see their minds taking off with the horrible scenes of some violent relationship that I am undoubtedly trapped in. Complete strangers look at the bandage, then look at me, then quickly cast their eyes down... except for the drunk guy at the fair who reached directly for it while blubbering "hey baby, i'm so sorry..." He almost got his arm broken. Almost.
I'll go to get these removed tomorrow, though the young doctor who stitched me up is on call today... my boss will be so disappointed if I don't go back and visit him (and bring him some cat treats for his new kitty). She worked pretty hard to hook us up while he was sewing my brow. I guess it fits though; i've never been so conventional.