Codesmith
Life, Or Something Like It
Kitchen Sink Surgery
It's 0628, Tuesday. 219pm. No change in weather.
I wanted to write about this, for the longest time. But, I
never got around to it since I kept forgetting everytime I
came to write in my journal.
About a few weeks ago, I had this strange cut near where my
right appendix should be. It's about, maybe, three-quarters
of an inch long. I have absolutely no idea where it came from.
I woke up one night, went to the bathroom, and in the mirror
I saw it on my side. I touched it, and the cut appeared
jagged, serrated. It was not a clean cut. It wasn't deep
either. Perhaps, just the first layer of skin. Maybe
slightly into the second layer. Enough to draw minor amounts
of blood.
Anyway, I showed it to Lisa and asked her how I got this. I
wasn't trying to imply that Lisa gave it to me in my sleep.
Rather, I was just trying to show her what it was. I wasn't
alarmed or anything, just for the record. I mean, afterall,
I've had much, much worse cuts before.
Lisa said I just probably scratched myself and drew blood.
Lori took a look at it, and jokingly said it was probably
because someone had come and taken my liver, or something. I
don't think that the incision was large enough for that.
Neither was it at the right location, I don't think.
I find something fascinating with the idea of kitchen sink
surgery. I mean, that sort of level of aptitude ... that
level of knowledge, enough, to perform minor bits of surgery
on yourself with household tools?
That's akin to writing a clever, useful program using 1's
and 0's.
I respect deep levels of understanding, like that.
Other than that ... Well, alright. I just really liked the
way "Kitchen Sink Surgery" sounds ...
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