Wood Splinter Might Be The Death Of Me

I finally decided that we won't have cool days where the heat kicks in, so I removed all of the blocks and plastic tarp Father put on and around the outdoor condenser to protect it from the snow.  One of the things on top of the condenser was a large but thin piece of plywood.  Stupid me didn't put on gloves before doing this bit of yardwork, and when I grabbed this, I touched a shard of wood that pierced my skin.

I washed the area and, if I am right about where the puncture was, I put a bandage on it.  But if my hypochondria is justified, I am still feeling a bit ... oogy.  So, if I don't wake up in the morning, you'll know I died because of, uh, complications from this wood splinter.  Just an FYI.