I was on a trail with Diana Crabtree during a Manito Runners Club run, and as she was telling me about the scar on her knee, suffered in a fall on the trails we were on, I tripped. Quite a coincidence the same experience would suddenly happen as it was being explained to me.
When I got home I poured hydrogen peroxide over my wound. Over the next couple weeks it provided an unexpectedly wonderful experience.
As with previous scrapes, I was tempted to pick. Oddly, I also find giving my picked scabs a thorough look-over is interesting.
Scab-picking provides entertainment when not much is going on and you’re bored. I really liked peeling off a large, unbroken piece, and having a delicious treat in hand was a super fringe benefit.
The scab has nearly healed, and I’m facing an end to my self-produced tasty snacks. I’m considering falling intentionally on rough terrain. A very large scab would mean a big supply of enjoyable treats.
Next time you eat beef jerky, I apologize if this post causes you to associate it with scab-eating.