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So, how does one fold with a cut on one’s fingertip? Painfully! Well, I guess it’s time for a band aid and some bacitracin. The I plan to finish the owl I started today. Good night blogosphere…and happy folding.
You guys are the best. Thanks for all the awesome messages. I’m fine. My left palm is the worst but I can still type. :) My right shoulder is a bit sore (it hit the pavement) but overall I’m ok.
I’m hydrating and snacking on leftover movie candy. Because that’s what you do when you fall, right? ;)
Things look worse than they are because I don’t use bandaids (I am kind of allergic… if they’re left on too long I get itchy). The paper tape & gauze make it look like I needed triage but just a little peroxide & bacitracin did the trick.
I wasn’t even supposed to be on that street… I made a wrong turn but went with it because I knew where I was and how to correct my mistake to get back on track.
I was going to hit my time goal too. This morning I was worried because I felt like crap and my lungs were hurting a bit and I coughed up some gross stuff (post nasal drip… yuck), but while I was running things were great. I felt fine and there was no coughing. Just a lot of snot rockets (yea… you all do them… you know you do).
So when I fell I cried hysterically. No shame. I cried like I wanted my mommy. I was a wreck. It wasn’t the pain. My hands hurt a lot but I don’t usually cry over pain. I curse. A lot.
[Side note - two people stopped to ask if I was ok. One guy pulled his car over to see if I needed an ambulance (I was still crying at that point). Good people do exist.]
I was crying because I was fucking pissed off and upset that I had to stop and go home to clean up. If I wasn’t so bloody (my hand was awful) I could have kept going. Honestly, if I’d had wipes I might have kept going.
So I sat and cried. I called my dad (he was the first one to answer) to come get me. Then I called my mom and cried some more.
Coach texted me when she saw my post to say we’ll talk about this later, but that she wants me to get this in tomorrow. I’m up for it. I want my revenge on those fucking LI sidewalks.
[For the record, if I know you’re driving I avoid texting you… so she was going to get a text when she got home.]
as someone who makes scars on myself pretty regularly, you kinda just gotta stare at them til they go away—ALTHOUGH, putting bacitracin or neosporin on them tends to help me at least a bit. smear some antibiotic cream on it, basically
ugh that’s so unfortunate
having marks that i gotta keep looking at makes me feel like a junkie