So, I need to put my arm in a sling. I need several padded bandages and some multi-antibiotic too. I really should have soaked my hand in Epsom salts and generally doused it with hydrogen peroxide, too. Why? WHY YOU ASK? Well hell, I had a splinter! It doesn't matter that the wedge of wood in my thumb was only a millimeter long--it HURT! And my wife, Maryann, spent a good chunk of time digging it out with a needle. OWWW!!!
I'm generally pretty tough--I rarely wear gloves when I do the myriad of chores that face me daily, I split wood and cut down trees bare-handed. My hands are the calloused hands of a workman. I rarely will wear gloves when I'm working with fiberglass insulation. A splinter in one of my fingers and especially near the joint will bring me down rather quickly.
Splinters are just plain yucky. In my case, most often, they are pieces of wood from fencing or firewood. Other folks get slivers of glass, fiberglass, thorns, bone, even the needles of a cactus. It doesn't matter, they are all painful and all need to be removed. Of course the ones I get manage to dig themselves into my skin deeply enough that minor surgery is almost always called for.
The technical definition of a splinter is "a foreign body under the skin." Well "duh". And some of the online remedies-"Squeeze a little Elmer's Glue, wait for it to dry and peel it off, taking the splinter with it." Pah! That might work for a wimpy little splinter with its end sticking out. Knowing me, since I can't find Elmer's Glue here in the house, I'd use Gorilla Glue and rip off all the skin down to the bone!
Oh and worse, we forgot we put the cactus cuttings in the oven...they got cooked in the camper heat over the next month--my bad. Maybe it's a good thing---can you imagine peeling THIS fruit?
That was probably the worse case of splinters I ever had (you mean splinters are a disease?).
I'm not really a weenie...and usually splinters don't bother me much. I get them a lot. As long as they are stuck in my right hand, I'm okay (left-hander here). I take them out--or not. But there are times.... The only thing worse for me is a toothache, but that's another blog.