Islands of gore

With the increasing stress in my life lately, I have acquired a new nervous habit. I pick at my nail polish (detaching it forcibly from the nail bed) resulting in chips of nail polish on my lap and leaving islands of gore on the ends of my fingers in the wake of my destruction.

Thanks to iron deficiency last year, the unhealthy state of my nails means I cannot confidently go to work with naked nails. Ergo I am now restricted to selecting pale shades of nail polish. No more bold blues or roaring reds (and black is definitely out!). It's nude, pale and pastel pink only for me until I can retrain my brain.

Even with pale polish the result of my actions is not appealing, just less obvious.