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.
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.
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.