"Can You Just Look at This Thing? I'll Give you Five Bucks..."

   The worst part about living alone is when something bad is happening on a part of your body that you can't see. A large percentage of such instances involve extraction at an angle that your hands can't manage.

   Not that when I had three roommates I ever had them inspect my body ever, but now that I don't have the option I feel overwhelmingly vulnerable. 

   I saw a friend of mine- who lives alone- break some glass in his apartment and then when I saw him the following week he had glass in his foot. From the previous day. I assume by now the glass has gained permanent resident status in his foot since he has no roommates to go at it with a pair of tweezers. 

   Its not just roommates either. I mean, most of my "friends" wouldn't go near the parts of my body that I can't see with a ten foot pole. Not even if I offered to buy them Jolly Ranchers after. Frankly, I don't blame them; if I don't know what it looks like, I'm not sure if I want to show it to others.