It has now been about a year since I’ve had fingernails.

I mean, I’ve always had fingernails.  Just not fingernails that were more than gnawed off stubs.

But due to a change in medication, I suddenly lost my lifelong need to chew off my fingernails.

So now I have fingernail, fingernails.

They are a wonder a nuisance, and a danger.

You’d think the wonder would have worn off by now.

Nope.

I catch a glimpse of them and I just stop and look.

Where did these things come from?  My fingers look so different to me.

I type for a living, so long nails are a bit of a nuisance.

I seem to be constantly clipping them down so I don’t end up catching my nails on the row above on the keyboard.

And they grow so fucking fast!

Jeez.  Clipping nails is becoming one of my new hobbies.

And I cannot tell you how many times I have nicked myself (often my face), when I forget I have these claw-y bits on the ends of my fingers now.

Just going to rub my tired old eyes puts my vision at risk.

Or I go to scratch an itch – and forget just how effective my itch scratchers now are.

Yikes.

Of course, the cats love them.

Fingernails make for much better chin and/or ear scritchers.

I hardly ever paint them – but when I do.

Time stands still.

I have to sit and gaze at the lustrous beauty of my fingertips.

I feel like such a girl-girl.

I suppose I’ll get used to them one day.

I don’t know if that makes me happy or sad.