Nasty cut on my hand ... deglove almost?

 

I put the flap back the best I could being a righty, and this was my right hand that had been injured. Paper-thin skin was caught on a nail on 3/13/25 when Hubby was in the Uber leaving for the hospital for his bladder mass removal, which was most likely cancer, so of course, I said nothing to him, but it was awful just the same! This cut is very scary to me. I have been covering it with a large enough bandaid and have been keeping it clean and applying polysporin. Scary looking cut, and it did feel like my skin was being peeled right off of me! The location is right above my right wrist.

The picture is from today, so if it's not better or doesn't stop bleeding at the periphery, I will ask to see a doctor.

I don't know what they can do at this point. Adjust the flap?

There would be less scarring then. Who cares about that with a nearly 75-year-old lady? I have, already, too many to count scars.

Would any other ideas be most helpful?

I did have a Tetanus shot for these things not too long ago, within the last six months.

Let me introduce you to the crew...

Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...

3 months, and now 7!

   

Aussie, say Good day!

I am Aussie, not from Australia, but American-made. 

I will comply because it is fun and say Good day!

I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age but not her name—ha! Without hesitation, the teenager said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never discovered the girl's name; Mom liked Aussie, too. Since then, we have found that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me: I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now seven years old, I am the baby. I am the largest of fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right,
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. 
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018.

Get it? I was born without a tail, which is preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello. I am Bella. In the picture above, I am a Maltese Yorkie, so I am called a Morkie. I might be eleven years old. We are all rescues, so no one knows our ages for sure. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies accompanying that! Being the only girl has its rewards as well as its difficulties. 
My previous family turned me in, stating that I had misbehaved with their elderly dog. It had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, clearing out the shelters' day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella. I was beautiful either way!

Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am 13-ish years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes! 

I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays, too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020. 

I had been wandering the neighborhood for days when I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there. 

The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!

The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen

days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.

Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!