I hate that Alan Jackson song, so you know I'm not talking about that....
Remember when you could just drop into a job, even a demanding one that would leave you a bit sore for a couple days, but you hardened up and did it for the rest of the year or more? I used to start throwing bales of hay in summer with no work up to it. They blisters on my hands would break and bleed, but after a couple days, they were just a slightly sore reminder of my soft handed start.
I'd start basketball practice for the reals and I'd blister on the balls of my feet. They'd break and be bloody for a couple days, and in a week or two, I'd have callouses that carried me through to the end of the season.
Remember when you had manual dexterity? Your hands would do exactly what you asked? When you asked them to?
I don't seem to have the thick skin I used to, or the manual dexterity I used to. So, I found that out the hard way today. Not all the way through the epidermis, but close. And it just stings a bit, no real pain, and a bit of blood, but nothing unmanageable. Weird.
Bloodless massacre below the fold: