On Saturday, what with some early morning bed-wrestling and climbing around on a ladder, I managed to bang my knee a few times, and it leaked a little blood.
By Sunday morning the scab had popped halfway off.
But not all the way! It jutted out from my knee at an absurd angle, flapping like a piece of bacon taped to my leg.
All day it seemed as if it would fall off, but it didn’t.
This morning I got up early and jogged around the bayou. Still the scab clung on. I rode to work on our rickety spare bike; I rode back for lunch and picked up my regular bike from the shop (new brakes); I rode back to work; I rode home. Still the scab clung on!
But just barely.
So I took a bath, and after a nice long soak, I gave it a gentle twist. It was almost completely detached now. A full 180 degree twist and it came off.
Free at last! But not completely healed yet. I wonder if another scab will form.
At Xy’s suggestion I have kept the scab. The picture is too gross to even look at. So don’t.