Having in my possession a transcript and a deposit voucher, as well as some spare time, I decided this morning to go turn them in. I biked merrily along to the ARC (gym), where i found myself behind two people about to pull out of the bike racks (on bikes). Since i wasn’t interested in being stuck behind the couple, i moved to the left side of the path to go around them. Now, most people swerve outward a little as they move into the bike path, say into the middle-rightish area (this being the reason i had moved over, with plenty of room). This guy moved all the way over into the left hand side. I swerved left to avoid him, over the little inch-tall gap between the path and the gravel/dirt, then immediately right so as to return to the path before hitting a tree. On the way back on, my wheel hit the bump crooked, sending me face/hands-first into the pavement. I got up pretty quickly, made sure i could stand and was checking for normal mobility when the aformentioned guy decided to help me pick my bike up: while i was still standing over it. If you know me, you probably realize this is NOT a good idea. I dont react well to shock or pain, and having someone try to MOVE something im still slightly tangled in (or even get within range) is a wonderful way to get yourself hurt. Luckily for him, all he got was a firm “no” and backed off before any more forceful reaction set in. He and his ladyfriend did offer to help by helping me go inside to get a bandaid, but i declined (no surprise there), told them i was fine, and ignored them while i tried to find a parking spot. Getting into a scrape is never wonderful, but the thing that upsets me most is my reaction to it. I got up to the front desk, asked for a bandaid, and promptly burst into tears. Keep in mind, this is end of summer/beginning of the year and most of the staff were probably new. New, and confronted with this sobbing person with a lovely set of dirt on half of their face and a bloody knee that looked ready to drip on the floor. They rallied, however, and the nice lady at the desk grabbed their first aid kit and went with me to the bathroom, where she supplied me with bandaids as i did an initial rinsse of all the scrapes i could find. She left, and i sat in one of the stalls for a couple minutes and kept crying. A little pathetic. At that point, i didn’t want to deal with stupid questions while trying to figure out the paperwork, so i went home. Very slowly. On the way home, i discovered that while i have full range of motion in all limbs, my right wrist hurt to bend backward. On a bike, if one needs to use only one brake, it HAS to be the right one (the back brake, to prevent from flipping over the handlebars). Therefore, home slowly since braking required a bit of thought. Once i got home, i cleaned everything off thoroughly, applied gauze, bandaids, antibiotic, etc, went into my room and started crying again. One of my friends came over and gave me a hug, and he ended up making me laugh enough that all was better, if not well. We ended up walking over to the grocery store across the street to get some honey so i could put it in water or tea for my throat, which had been giving me issues since yesterday. Got back, played magic(a game), and now i just rather want to collapse and sleep. If, y’know, i could find some position that didn’t bother the scrapes. I’m keeping my wrist iced and trying to keep it relatively immobile for now, but oh man it is a pain. I feel like barbie; you know how the hands are in one position and you can USE them, but only when it works out with that position? That’s pretty much the deal right now. Hopefully, it’s just bruised and not sprained (i assume it would be more painful if it were), but for the moment i’m typing one-handed. -_- Fun, fun, fun.
List of funstuff:
scrapes on the heels of both hands (very small on the right)
large scrape on my right knee
small, shallow scrape on the inside of my left lower arm
something that barely qualifies on the outside of my right lower arm
bruising on my knee
half a facefull of scrapes: actually, it’s rather fun on my face, because i appear to have stubble (the impression was even more so before i washed off the dirt). There’s a lovely line down the center of my chin, where the right half is normal and the left half is swollen out a bit less than a centimeter with this pretty blueblack halfmoon bruise. The scrapes are in the area that would be covered with a beard if for some strange reason i had one, so i’m actually pretty amused by that lot.
one highly uncomfortable wrist
other bruises i haven’t found yet.
To add to the fun, i found that my housemate kat (usually the more sensible) had transferred my ice pack to the fridge “because it was frozen.” Thanks?
In overview? ow….
