On Saturday I was unloading the dishwasher when I accidentally cut my wrist on a knife. I immediately cleaned and covered it. A little later that day my bandaid had fallen off and I hadn’t bothered to put a new one on. The power flickered and I jumped, smacking the cut against the rim of a hot pan. I rinsed it in cool water and put burn gel on it. I’ve been putting antibiotic ointment on it and keeping it covered with a bandaid, but it hasn’t been healing right. It turned a weird yellowish color and the skin around it is warm, slightly swollen, and extremely red. The red keeps turning darker in shade. It hurts when I lightly touch it or move my wrist. I have some more burns on the same arm from two weeks ago, and they were healing fine, but since I got this cut/burn they’ve started getting red and sore again. Does this sound infected? what can i do to treat it at home? i dont have insurance right now and unless it gets worse i can’t afford a doctor visit.
Pictures I took earlier, the red is a lot darker now:

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I want to cut a hole in the wall and add a patio door. How much would a contractor charge for this? is this a 1Kish or 10Kish job?

I need some tips, it’s been a long day!

O.k a while bak ago i had a home and garden party. The lady that came and did the party had amde this potato soup recipe. i was wonderin if any one had the recipe?….all i know is it had corn and potatos..i think she said it was like a cream of potato soup?…PLZ I WANT IT SOOOOO BAD……………

I have several different types of herbs that I’m planting this year, all for the first time. We have planted huge gardens in the past, and this year we’re setting up a produce stand in the front yard. I’d like to know a good planter for the herbs (or planters) that would be portable.

I smell a very strong odor most likely some dead animal under the patio. There isn’t enough crawl space to check. Any suggestions of how to get rid of the odor? Anyone knows how long it will take on its own to go away?

I have a 1881 Rogers of Canada serving piece and I can’t seem to figure out what you call it. It looks like a soup tureen, it’s four footed on short feet, has a lid and inside has a porcelain bowl and then a silver ring that lays in the bowl at the bottom and then in the middle of that a crystal flat round dish that looks like and ashtray. Any help please?

This is the first two pages of it. It starts more into the story then goes back to the start.

I smelt smoke. Thick smoke. Like a heavy blanket over my face. It was hard to breathe. It was like my lungs had been compressed and no air was getting in. Like a vacuum.
I couldn’t see either. A blindfold? Eternal blackness. Forever night. I was scared. I didn’t even know this man yet he had kidnapped me and knocked me out. What did he want with me. Surely if he had wanted to kill me he would have done it by now. Unless he was waiting for something. Perhaps I was just bait. For something or someone bigger. Better. He was sinister and cunning. Yet fast and strong. Inhumanly strong. It was impossible. I didn’t know how he did it. I didn’t believe what he had told me. How could I? It was insane. He was insane to think that anyone could actually believe it. No average person would believe it. In fact I was starting to wander why someone hadn’t previously noticed how strange he was and sent him to a mental hospital. Maybe he had murdered them for knowing and know that I knew, once he had used me for whatever purpose, he would kill me. Or maybe my purpose was to be killed. Maybe I was a sacrifice to the gods. Why me though? Why did he kidnap me? Why would he want me to be bait or a sacrifice or anything else? Had he thought that Jordan and I was a couple? I wasn’t even sure if we were. I suppose it might seem like it. Him carrying me and all. He would have been better off choosing to kidnap Claire. She is his so called sister after all. They definitely had a relationship. Even if they didn’t seem anything like each other. He was sweet and caring, she was weird and crazy.
I heard footsteps nearby. In another room. Why didn’t he untie me? It wasn’t as if I could escape. He hadn’t exactly made that much effort in finding a cool way to contain me. I was tied to a chair how original. And a blind fold! How cliché. He could at least have made an effort to tie my wrists more gently. My wrists were raw and chaffed. I could feel drops of blood running down my hands. Drip. Drip. Drip. Every time a drop hit the floor and I heard the footsteps outside the door pause. Everything was silent for a moment. Then I heard him take another step and the rythmic beat started again. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. The rhythm was the only thing keeping me sane. That is if I was sane. For all I knew I could be hallucinating. I could really be in a room with white sponge walls, a tiny window and wearing a straight jacket. My eyes grew heavy. Starting to shut. I tried to resist but the pull was too strong. I heard a voice calling my name. I saw a light a bright red light. I couldn’t be dead because the light was red and when you die the light is white. What was it? My vision started to blur and I wasn’t really in the world. I was drifting happily between the two planes. Reality and the dream plain. I saw a tall silhouette of a woman; her hair was billowing out behind her like there was a strong wind. Her voice was like tiny bells chiming. It was a mesmerising sound. As she stepped forwards I saw her properly. She had long ruby coloured hair and deathly pale skin, her scarlet lips stood out beautifully with her matching crimson eyes. Despite most people thinking red eyes were evil, I felt as if I could trust her. As if I could tell her every secret I had and not worry about her telling someone. I had an itch inside of me, I knew her but I couldn’t say where I knew her from. It was so frustrating. Like when you are trying to beat a game and you know that you are so close, but then you get stuck on one little section and don’t know how to sort it out .She was calling my name. Beckoning for me to come closer. I took a step towards her.

I am thinking of that delightful tinkly magical feel, like the "sound" of fairy dust- this sound can be achieved by using certain types of chimes.

(Isabella’s Garden is a cross stitch pattern of a girl in gown blowing bubbles. It is from the Lavender and LAce collection and designed by Leavitt-Imblum if I am not mistaken)

I have a Rival Chocolate Fountain and seem to have lost the little cap that goes at the top of the auger, where the chocolate actually comes out the top. I’m wondering 2 things. 1) how do i get a replacement 2) what would happen if i used the fountain without this piece. i’ve looked at the rival site and done some searching but to no avail. Any advice?

I want to learn Eagle claw kung-fu, I also wish to learn Chi-Kung breathing, and the healing arts along with Iron Crotch and Iron stomach Kung-Fu. This may sound silly but I also wish to learn sexual Kung-Fu (it is real) where would be the best place to go. And what about Ayurveda, I would be interested in Ayruvedic healing and Tantric Yoga if I could learn that. Would it be necessary to leave the United States? Does nayone know or practice one or more of these disciplines or know where to go to learn the? Thank you very much.
I put this in marriage because of the sexual kung-fu and tantric sexuality.I figured taoist and tantric sexual practises are usually best known by married couples. Maybe I’m wrong.

I can’t believe how old he looked & how old/frail his voice was. That wasn’t singing…that was a cranky old man screaming for his Geritol. Hang it up, Bruce. You are way past your prime. I actually feared he might have a heart attack on stage – his movements were stiff and forced. Arthritis, maybe? And, Bruce, those crows’ feet around your eyes can be fixed with cosmetic surgery. My goodness, call the nearest nursing home. He looked so crotchety. I guess it proves that no matter how much money you have, age will still ravage you.

my dad’s remodeling the backyard and he left it up to me to figure out the best price to have a patio poured outside the back door and i’ve been looking and online to find the best price but i havent been having much luck because most web sites ask for you phone and adress and i dont want to put it on every web site. help?