Paper Cut 2: The Evanescence of Epidermis

We gots a Catch 22 sitch goin on here, Kobayasi Maru for Trekkies (no win scenario). See when one procures unwillingly a cut on oneself, a basic flesh wound, you have of course 2 options. One, to just let it heal naturally without the aid of anything, much like Christopher Columbus (Cristobal Colón his real name) did when he came to the New World. Like learn to use nature, since there wasn't a local CVS to frequent back then. Put a slice of lettuce on a burn or whatnot. You see, our little platelets will cause coagulation at the contact of oxygen. But see those wonderful people at Johnson & Johnson or Proctor & Gamble or whomever, from whence forth created the delightful little thing called the Band-Aid, which after its advent, every and any kind of first aid bandage is heretofore known as Band-Aid, just as in the south any form of soft drink is known as Coke.

"Hey what kind of Coke would you like?"
"Sprite. Thanks man!"

But ay there's the rub. For in that application of Band-Aid, you will most likely do one thing: put it on a bit tight, resulting in improper breathing by your flesh. You see, after a couple times going to the restroom and washing your hands, you'll probably get the Band-Aid wet (if your injury is somewhere on your hand, which is most likely-you wouldn't be handing a souped up powerdrill with your toes, duh.) But anyways, with that wet schloppy Band-Aid in full contact of that whole stretch of flesh circumspecting your finger, (if that's the righ word to use) you flesh will discolor and shrivel up and look as white as Michael Jackson cheek. And then you proceed to just discard the Band-Aid after all and let the flesh, and the rest of the flesh around the flesh which was covered up by the Band-Aid to return to regular scheduled programming, normal flesh color, and breathe. Just breathe.

Now sometimes, this really sucks. You see, you get a cut, or in my case recently, that horrible papercut. I let it heal the natural way. Let it fester and see I thought. Well, I didn't realize that my papercut left a little flap of skin untethered on my person and if you ever so slightly accidentally graze my finger, Bam, it tears the whole kittencaboodle up again, which really sucks and takes my natural body healing in vain. Rats. Gotta wait another healing cycle. So, important reminders for those with these papercuts: make sure that you make sure you don't have any bits of skin still flapping around. If you do, best take care of that and nip it in the bud before it nips you in the finger again, on an accidental graze with the wall or door frame. If you use a Band-Aid on it, do it keep it dry and don't put it on too tight. If it gets wet, switch it out immediately. Avoid anything acidic. Naturally. Don't feel the compuction to pour hydrochloric acid on it. Maybe some rubbing alcohol or iodine tincture, if you're man enough not to scream and flail your arms around in agony and pain of defeat. Peace.

P.S. I actually thought about Evanescence as a name for a band long before that band came about. It would have been called, The Evanescence of Cheese.