Curb check = face laceration and another trip to the ER

4Jan/100

Curb check = face laceration and another trip to the ER

I did it again. For some reason I have been incredibly accident prone lately. I took the dog out around 10pm on Saturday night. We usually run for short little sprints. Moya and I never go across Downing towards the country club, but that night I decided I'd take her over there so maybe she'd stop pulling so much every time we get close. She's like me, hates taking the same route twice and loves going to new places. So I bolted with her across Downing. I slipped on a thin clear sheet of ice and slammed my face right into a curb. Fortunately I didn't knock myself out and Moya came bouncing back to see what was wrong. She staid by my side until I figured out where my glasses were. For the 2 or 3 minutes I stood there collecting my senses, glasses, and trying to keep blood in a cab sat maybe 2 feet away. He sat there and watched me but never rolled the window down to ask if I needed help. When I got back to the tower I scared the shit out of some lady taking her dog out. Literally my face and hands were covered in blood. I mumbled it looked worse than it was and then got in the elevator. She never said a word.

When I walked into the apartment I told Grace I broke my glasses again. She said how in an annoyed voice and I walked into the office where she was playing WoW with my hand soaked in blood holding about 50 paper towels to the cut. Of course she freaked out and I told her I wasn't going to the emergency room. My last experience was horrible and they hurt worse than the actual accident. Typical of my bloody injuries I could not look at it without wanting to vomit and then pass out. I knew I just had to wait and my nerves would calm. After about 2 hours of laying on the couch and reading Percy Jackson and the Olympians I took a look at it.

Man did it look cool. I put a huge gash above my left eye. I mean huge as in flesh showing and stuff. What happened was my glasses hit the curb first and then moved above my eye and cut a huge gash. My brand new glasses by the way. Then I bled all over my nice North Face jacket and brand new new balance running shoes. When it rains it pours I guess. I never thought it was that bad because head wounds bleed like crazy. I thought I just made a little scrape, maybe worthy of stitches but if it wasn't that bad I wasn't going to the emergency room to deal with f'n needles and burning saline solution. Unfortunately this was pretty f'n horrible and the bleeding still hadn't stopped. Grace took me in and of course I got stung with a thousand needles and then they burned me with the f'n saline solution when they cleaned it out. At one point the doctor was numbing an area the nurse forgot (that was burning from the cleaning) and his syringe exploded. I'm not kidding. Numbing medication burst everywhere. In my eye, my mouth, my face, Grace, the doc. And he left the needle half stuck in my wound while he scrambled for another. Yes, they have to stick these f'n needles in the actual wound to numb it so they can sow it shut.

Needless to say I'm going to try and be more careful. Today I am incredibly sore and I can't open the eye. I did manage a shower though so at least I'm clean