People on ludes shouldn't drive
I got some pretty sweet road-rash this morning after tripping while running. It was pretty embarrassing, I really went flying. As I was still laying on the ground cursing and groaning on the sidewalk, this little old stooped-over Chinese lady with a cane kinda maneuvered around me.
I'm not sure what I tripped on exactly; I was wearing my glasses this morning and my peripheral vision wasn't so hot, plus I was zoned out. Anyway, I haven't skinned my knees and knuckles up like that in years and years, maybe even high school.
And I guess it's the high-schooler in me that has to ask: you guys wanna see? I'm putting it behind a cut because it's just a little gory.
Just a wee bit gory.
Ouch! The alcohol really burned my shit up when I was cleaning it out. I'm a little wary of running this 5K I'm registered to do this weekend in the park now, too.
And of course, as per my fretting-grandmother nature, I'm also freaking out about tetanus ("When was my last booster? In Chicago? back in 1997? 1993?!?") but nothing about the wound or the way I treated it or my health or myself tells me I have too much to worry about. A tetanus booster probably wouldn't be a bad idea during my next scheduled doctor's appointment, but I don't think I need to hit the ER here.
I'll survive; where's the Bactine?!?