Losing Skin

Today in work I was putting some rubbish into a bin which has a metal flip-lid. I tried to do it too fast and my finger was grazed by the side of the lid as I brought it back out. It starting bleeding a lot and was stinging pretty badly, but I'm a hardman so I kept the tears back. My assistant manager helped me put Savlon and a plaster on it, haha. I felt like I was in primary school again. My finger started to swell then, and it kept getting stuck in the handles of the coffee cups.

I'm used to losing skin by now, having had pretty bad eczema all my life. There's not a second that goes by when I don't feel an itch. A lot of the time it's easy to ignore if I just keep myself busy but I'm a lazy asshole so I just lie in bed scratching most of the day. It hasn't been bad to the point where I actually can't move for a couple of years though, thanks be to dragons. But those times are the worst. The fibres in my clothes stick the sores and it's not a pretty picture.

This is a pretty picture though: