(Apologies is advance for spelling mistakes, I’m pain while writing. You will see why.)
Well, I was contemplating the subjective nature of reality when I fell off my bike on my right arm and leg.
I picked myself up and went back home and washed my hand with soap and water. It was bleeding a bit. I had something that looked like a rock in my hand, but it was dirt. Felt faint, got chair and sat. Noticed knee hurting, got iPad and then sent message to mom, started message to you guys (priority’s!). Thought of changing to shorts to check knee, felt faint thought better not. Got pillow to sit on for chair (washing hands with soap and water all between.)
Mom got home, gave advice. Argument over shorts: “I’m not taking my pants off! Give me shorts!” Finally got shorts, got them on, sat on bathtub and washed scraped knee. Argument over ysing “wound heal” a plant, or bandages. Picked plant at first, then felt faint and said “bandages are fine! They take less time.” Went to red chair (reclining chair) to have tweezers used on rock. Found out it’s dirt, wiped with damp towel. It hurt. Went to sink to try to wash out dirt, it hurt. (Dirt trapped under skin flap, had minimal effect7). Mom left looking for antibiotic cream, felt very faint. She came back, I was barely conscious. Got me neck ice pack. Fainted, stubbed at least 1 toe, maybe 2. Came back, I said to go to red chair to rest, lay down for a while. I got to listen to music, chose DM Dokuro. Good choice. Got antibiotic cream put on dirt, got bandage on hand, got ice pack on knee, relaxed. Asked for foot blankets, discovered stubbed toes when blanket hurt too much. Said so, stubbed toe. Blanket folded to not hurt. Got an apple to eat. Listened to music. Music playlist below:
Wow, I spent roughly 30 minutes writing this and now adrenaline crash is hitting me hard I’m going to stop now and post it.
Hope you had a morbid fascination with the story of my injury.
Totals:
- 1/2 stubbed toes
- One badly scraped knee
- 1 hand with bleeding and dirt in it
- Around 4 near faints, 1 faint
- Swear words. (More serious than it sounds, because I feel reluctant to even type swear words, even more to say them.) I called myself a F***ing idiot several times. (See, I’m even retrospectively censoring them!)
- Adrenaline crash happening about 7 minutes ago, but I wrote this for you anyway.
Ok, that’s it. I’m done.