I was getting dressed for work the other morning and my shoulder itched a little. It can be so dry this time of year that it's not uncommon to feel a little itchy now and again. This time, when I reached across and gave my bare shoulder a good scratch, my fingernail caught on something. I pulled my hand away instantly, fearing I'd somehow ripped my skin with a razor-sharp nail. I examined the nail - no sign of gore. I wasn't sure if I found this reassuring or not. I guess its always good to not be bleeding. Still, that was the only theory I had for what had happened - uncertainty can be so unsettling. I reached my hand around and slowly and gently ran my fingernails across my shoulder. Ugh! There it was again, definitely some sort of flap being pulled back.
I don't know why it didn't occur to me to do this earlier, but I finally went to the mirror to examine things closer. Did I find some chunk of dead, lifeless, bloodless skin dangling off my body? No. I found the band-aid that the nurse had put over my flu shot - partially pulled up.
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