Injury

Yesterday, I was picking up a package at the Post Office when I tripped over a thing that was haphazardly sticking out onto the sidewalk hidden behind some plants. I don’t even remember falling, just suddenly being on the ground with my hands keeping my face from the concrete and my wallet flung inches away. The lady I was hurrying to bypass (she had 20 or so padded envelopes in hand) asked if I was okay. I said I was fine, as I picked myself off the ground. A gentleman a bit down the breezeway was hurrying forward asking after me too and commented that was “quite the hard fall.” Embarrassed in a way only Dane Cook could vocalize (2:00), I tried to “walk it off” and went aside.

While standing in line, I look down and realize that my right little toe is bleeding. Within seconds, my shoe is full of blood and my foot slides in my own blood. Over the shock, pain starts in and I start crying. At the same time, I’m still trying to hide it as I realize that my right knee is also hurting and both of my hands are lightly scrapped. The postman asks if I’m okay. I tell him that I fell and he grabs my hand and starts to inspect it for injuries. I’m surprised and put-off but he reassures me that he’s a sports medicine therapist and he’s just making sure my hand is okay.

After I get my package, I make my way outside and the full-force of the experience and pain kicks in. When I stumble across the parking lot to my car, I sit with one leg out the door as I examine my injuries. The toe is bleeding profusely and I remember from all those Rescue 911 marathons as a kid that I needed to put pressure on the toe to stop the bleeding. I’m outright sobbing by this point but manage to call my boyfriend and ask him to come get me. I can’t drive home with an openly bleeding toe.

Eventually, I find out that I had ripped my Favorite Pants in the Whole Wide World (TM) over my right knee and realized I needed to roll the pants off the wound before it started drying in place. That wound and the one on my toe are the most promienent ones which require bandage changes every few hours. My left knee is skinned and bruised and my hands hurt from splaying outwards under my weight. Somehow, I also managed to bruise the back of my right elbow. It all led to me sleeping all day on Friday. Partially from the pain medicine I took and partially because my dad is a firm believer that sleep is a sure way to recover from about anything. My roommate had me prop my leg up which may have helped, though I’d wake myself from the pain at times.

My boyfriend took great pains to clean my disguisting bleeding self up in the parking lot and then did a more thorough job after he drove me home. I’m very grateful because I was just in a state seeing that much blood. Fortunately, the pain kept me from fainting. I woke at 11pm to find that he and my roommate had disappered with my bandages. With my knee soaking through it’s cover, I had to make a trek at midnight to a drug store to buy more.

Hopefully, I’ll heal enough for the start of my internship on Monday.