the finger has magically turned black. -- the one thing we were trying to avoid have happen. i have to continually remind myself not to be mad at him as if he had any control over it, but unfortunately the influx of hormones invading my body have had a hard time recognizing any form of logic or rationale. misdirected aggression they do know.
he goes under for minor surgery tomorrow. they'll be replacing all of the dead skin with his live tissue. i offered to be the skin graft donor for him (i'm a giver by nature), but he declined. there will probably never be another chance for him to have a little piece of me forever frankensteined to his hand, but whatever.
the doctor let us know that it'll be another 4-6 weeks before it'll completely heal and he can go back to work again. ideally i'd like to use this extra time off as an excuse to take a nice long vaycay, but that usually requires some sort of cash flow. so instead we'll probably spend a majority of our free time together on our living room couch fast forwarding through the painfully awkward AI group openers.*
life is sometimes as easy as you make it.
*i don't know anyone who can stomach those.