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Today was a full-on day. I took the bus in at 6:30, and when I hopped off in town, and got my electric scooter out of the bus baggage area, and unfolded it, the latch to keep the upright in place refused to latch. It has never done that before, so after a few failed attempts, I opened the hinge back up again, and started to lift the upright back up again. Suddenly, it just jumped the last several cm to place, catching the index finger on my right hand in the process! It didn’t hurt much, but I opened it up, put it back in place, latched it properly, and started riding towards my office, noting, in the corner of my eye that my finger had started bleeding, and trying to keep my hand curled to prevent drips. I didn't look. It didn’t hurt.
Once in my office, and out of my coat, backpack, etc, i finally looked. Ewww! Skip to the next paragraph if you are squeamish. A strip of skin, about 4 mm wide, and nearly 2 cm long is missing along the inner, soft part of my index finger, on the joint closest to the palm.
It didn’t hurt, and was only bleeding a little, so I went to the loo, rinsed it. I took the bottle of chlorhexidine with me, and dribbled a little on. Ok, that hurt a little. Wrapped it in a paper towel, taped that in place, and got back on the scooter to head to the pharmacy. There I bought some of those thick plasticy amsorbent bandages that are useful for sealing wounds away from everything. They had some roasted broadbeans by the checkout, so I also impulse bought a snack.
Back to the office I washed my hand, with soap this time. It had bled a fair bit in the intrum. Then I covered it with the bandage, which was enough to completely cover the wound and seal all around.
By then it was time to head to my first meeting of the day, with my colleagues, which was a very pleasant chat. Two of us are both switching jobs to other university departments next month, which is a week and a half away, so we are winding up our projects.
After that meeting I got back on the scooter and went back to the hospital for a meeting with a researcher there, where I explained that the point of a data management plan is to leave a detailed note to your future self (and your colleagues) about your data, where it is, what it is, and everything you will need to know to find anfd understand it again after you haven't looked at it in a while.
Then back to the office, eat a quick lunch, meet with another researcher about my feedback on his dissertation. Then our IT guy came by with the new big monitor for my desk. Yay!
After that was set up and I had taken away the box to the trash/recycle room, I got the SCA guy who works in house service lock my office door for me. They had warned me that the lock is sometimes bothersome, and a replacement has been ordered, but after lunch today was the first time it was an issue.
Then I went to the busstop, where I had a lovely chat with an older person there as we waited for the bus. I worked on the bus, and sent in an order for the Widex Sound Connect usb dongle that will send computer sound to my hearing aids. Then it was time for my last meeting of the day, which got cut short when I abruptly ran out of my quota of surf time on the bus free WiFi. I hadn't known that was a thing. If I had, I could have used my phone hotspot. Oops.
Once in town I took the scooter towards Skelleftehamn, getting around half way there before the battery ran out (and further than I had expected). By that time Keldor was nearly there to pick me up, so it was only a short wait.
Then we had a lovely pozza date, dropped the Archery stuff that was still in the van after last week's practice at his dads, and picked up rhe big bag of boffer swords. Then on to fighter practice.
Given the injury to my shield hand, I decided that it would be smart to not armour up as planned. While my finger still didn't hurt, I was certain that actually using the hand, especially gripping things, would just start it bleeding again, and I would much rather it start healing.
So instead we did footwork drills, sword blows (un-injured hand, only) against a suspended polearm, and other unarmoured training exercises, and I think all three of us got a good workout, without making my poor finger any worse.
After training we stopped by the store for some groceries, and drove through a tiny snowstorm, passing a motorcycle in a ditch (a tow truck was there to pick it up). I assume the driver had not been expecting a snow storm. We were glad we still have winter tires. By the time we got to Hökmarksberget the snow storm was behind us, and it was smooth going.
Now qe are home, rhe car unloaded, food in the fridge, and it is time to do yoga and head to bed.
Once in my office, and out of my coat, backpack, etc, i finally looked. Ewww! Skip to the next paragraph if you are squeamish. A strip of skin, about 4 mm wide, and nearly 2 cm long is missing along the inner, soft part of my index finger, on the joint closest to the palm.
It didn’t hurt, and was only bleeding a little, so I went to the loo, rinsed it. I took the bottle of chlorhexidine with me, and dribbled a little on. Ok, that hurt a little. Wrapped it in a paper towel, taped that in place, and got back on the scooter to head to the pharmacy. There I bought some of those thick plasticy amsorbent bandages that are useful for sealing wounds away from everything. They had some roasted broadbeans by the checkout, so I also impulse bought a snack.
Back to the office I washed my hand, with soap this time. It had bled a fair bit in the intrum. Then I covered it with the bandage, which was enough to completely cover the wound and seal all around.
By then it was time to head to my first meeting of the day, with my colleagues, which was a very pleasant chat. Two of us are both switching jobs to other university departments next month, which is a week and a half away, so we are winding up our projects.
After that meeting I got back on the scooter and went back to the hospital for a meeting with a researcher there, where I explained that the point of a data management plan is to leave a detailed note to your future self (and your colleagues) about your data, where it is, what it is, and everything you will need to know to find anfd understand it again after you haven't looked at it in a while.
Then back to the office, eat a quick lunch, meet with another researcher about my feedback on his dissertation. Then our IT guy came by with the new big monitor for my desk. Yay!
After that was set up and I had taken away the box to the trash/recycle room, I got the SCA guy who works in house service lock my office door for me. They had warned me that the lock is sometimes bothersome, and a replacement has been ordered, but after lunch today was the first time it was an issue.
Then I went to the busstop, where I had a lovely chat with an older person there as we waited for the bus. I worked on the bus, and sent in an order for the Widex Sound Connect usb dongle that will send computer sound to my hearing aids. Then it was time for my last meeting of the day, which got cut short when I abruptly ran out of my quota of surf time on the bus free WiFi. I hadn't known that was a thing. If I had, I could have used my phone hotspot. Oops.
Once in town I took the scooter towards Skelleftehamn, getting around half way there before the battery ran out (and further than I had expected). By that time Keldor was nearly there to pick me up, so it was only a short wait.
Then we had a lovely pozza date, dropped the Archery stuff that was still in the van after last week's practice at his dads, and picked up rhe big bag of boffer swords. Then on to fighter practice.
Given the injury to my shield hand, I decided that it would be smart to not armour up as planned. While my finger still didn't hurt, I was certain that actually using the hand, especially gripping things, would just start it bleeding again, and I would much rather it start healing.
So instead we did footwork drills, sword blows (un-injured hand, only) against a suspended polearm, and other unarmoured training exercises, and I think all three of us got a good workout, without making my poor finger any worse.
After training we stopped by the store for some groceries, and drove through a tiny snowstorm, passing a motorcycle in a ditch (a tow truck was there to pick it up). I assume the driver had not been expecting a snow storm. We were glad we still have winter tires. By the time we got to Hökmarksberget the snow storm was behind us, and it was smooth going.
Now qe are home, rhe car unloaded, food in the fridge, and it is time to do yoga and head to bed.