One side effect of drinking last night is that I lost one of my padded gloves. Fortunately it wasn’t one of the nice ones donated by the boxing community but one I wear every day. It was falling apart anyway and starting to smell unpleasant, but it protected all the crucial bits of my hand while still being fairly discreet. My right hand has been gloveless for twelve hours and the knuckle that had healed well when it was safely snuggled under the gel pad has cracked open and is painful and bleeding again.
“I welded myself together.”
In fact, what I actually did was use some time off this afternoon to go and bulk buy padded gloves.