Shucks, No Jesus

When I went for my left trigger thumb surgery last Friday, one of the first things they did was insert an IV needle into my right arm. Usually, it’s not a problem. The insertion seemed to go fast and easy enough, so I didn’t think anything about it.

Then, after the surgery, they removed the IV needle and bandaged it up to staunch the tiny drip of blood that ensued. Later that afternoon, I removed the dressing. It looked okay, albeit a little bruised; and again, I thought nothing of it.

Until a day later. Apparently, the IV nurse either missed the vein or the needle poked through at some point, because here’s what the arm looked like:

Guess what the first thing is that I did. G’wan, guess.

I checked to see if I could see an image of Jesus. See, if I could see Jesus’ face, then (I thought avariciously) maybe I could charge people to view the hematoma and take pictures of it. Ebay is out of the question because I didn’t want to put my entire arm up for bidding.

But … no Jesus. Shucks. There goes my next Vegas vacation.