It doesn't hurt, DAMNIT!

I had a dilemma this morning.  I was supposed to be at a locksmiith's place in the morning.
The problem was that the bike trail (victim of Berwyn hit-n-run car accident 4/5/2017 so I use bike now  {then the next damn week my son is in a car accident that totally demolishes his Saturn}) was really long....longer than I thought it would be.

So there I was less than a half mile from the locksmith's place.....12 minutes late.  I was looking at going through a forest because he lived on 150th St. and the street fragmented in front of my bike.
I said, "The hell with it!  I'm not going around.  I know if I go through this forest it's only 1/2 mile at the most!"

I was better than right.  The forest was a block long. The forest was thick.  I had to pull my body up three feet with twigs snapping and tree branches with frickin briars on them. I experienced a little pain.  But, I then saw a RR track; I crossed it, no problem.  Then, I had to take 2 steps to cross a creek and go through 12 feet through another forest.  I called the locksmith; he had no problem with me being late.

He met me on his lawn; I gave him my mailbox key.  You know why I went to a locksmith?  I so damn tired of dickin' around wasting time at a hardware store b/c the stores near us don't make them good enough and you can't use the key.  So you have to shlep back to the damn store and get a refund or say, "TRY AGAIN"  Screw that!  I'm going to a locksmith.

So, I was outside waiting for him to make the keys.  I told him I didn't want to come inside his house, because my shoes were soaked from that creek I crossed.  Then I noticed 2 bad things.  I had a tree branch stuck to the back of my t-shirt...the LENGTH of my shirt.  Why was it stuck to my t-shirt?  The damn thing had briars.

Then I knew I felt a dull pain and looked up and noticed I was cut.

SHIT! It didn't even hurt!
Really......supposing we have the pain scale the 1-10 pain scale......1=someone is touching your skin
10 = your crotch is impaled with a 3 ft. lance
Mine was a 1.5

But there was a really rotten implication to my cut.  I make money giving plasma.  Same routine everytime:
1. Answer 40 yes/no ?s
2.  Do the screening where they check your arms, temp, blood pressure and hematocrit ratio.
3. Give blood.

100% certain that they would have inspected my arms, taken 1 look at the above cut and disqualify me.  I cleaned it up; I put triple antibiotic (featuring neosporin) on the cut. My blood was fine.
But the plasma I give them has to be pure.
They don't know how I got the cut.  A briar in the forest isn't going to contaminate my plasma.
But of course, the plasma center will assume the worst.  They'll figure I got into a fight with a guy that tipped a knife in feces first and then cut me.  Dang, they can't let anyone donate with that happening to them.

So, I gotta hope that Saturday, this cut is absolutely, completely 100% gone.  Better read up on the best way to get rid of a cut.  I also will prep for my interview Thursday.  I think I'll probably get the job.

If you know a way to get rid of cuts.............let me know.