I have a thing in my hand.
And by that, I do not mean that, currently, I am holding something in my hand.
I mean, literally… I have something embedded in the back of my hand.
It’s been there forever… I think since High School, but I am not 100% sure. I know that there was a time when I did not have this little black lump in my hand, but I don’t really remember when it was.
And no, it’s not an age spot, or a freckle… I know what those are, and I can tell the difference.
This is more like, well, a piece of gravel or something like that got embedded in my skin at some point and is just there.
It’s not really hurting me or anything. But sometimes I just get overcome with the urge to stick a knife through the skin and once and for all figure out what, exactly, that little black thing IS that is embedded in the back of my hand.
I can run my fingernail across the skin and sort of push it closer to the surface… but it’s certainly got enough skin over it that it would take more than a pin or something to dig it out. This is really knife territory.
Handily, these impulses usually only ever come over me when I am not near any implements of hand destruction… and, I do have enough sense to know that cutting the back of my hand open in an attempt to find out “what’s in there” is actually Bad Idea Bear whispering in my ear. So I don’t do it.
Still, sometimes the curiosity makes it a mighty tempting bad idea
I suppose I could go to a Dr. and have them do it, but it seems like a might trivial thing to be going to a Dr. about.
It’s just a weird piece of something in my hand.
I thought I would share.