Yesterday was not ordinary. As I was starting a session on the rollers, I came off the side, tried to arrest my fall with my right foot, but the pace of the fall was sufficient to carry me over still further at which point I finally stopped the nonsense with my hand.
Although it doesn’t have sharp edges, it cut deeply into the palm of my hand. Cuts don’t scare me. I usually grab my camera first and then the first aid second. This time, as I looked into the wound, I saw yellow fat and purple muscle. No time for the camera. I wrapped a towel around the wound and applied pressure, put on long pants, grabbed my wallet and keys and placed myself on my neighbor’s doorstep. He was kind enough to drive me to urgent care and even gave me permission to bleed on his car (the lease was up in a week). I didn’t bleed anywhere but into the towel (not much there either).
The bandages cover a 5 cm wound closed by eight stitches. No damage to electricals or mechanicals (hand works as well as before the injury). It doesn’t hurt much and the prediction is the stitches will be removed in 10 days. All in all a pretty soft landing. Not sure how I managed to avoid stitches on my person over forty some years. I am not sure how I earned them this time. I generally face some difficulty during each session on the rollers. Before yesterday, though, I have always caught myself before inserting hardware into my flesh. Such is life!
p.s. I took the pictures after I got home. I very much regret not being able to photograph the wound before it was closed. Very horror show it was.
It snowed for the first time yesterday. Nothing to shovel (thank goodness). Perfect weather for a codeine nap. Unfortunately, the codeine didn’t make me sleepy at all. Yesterday afternoon, between work calls, I watched two documentaries. Both are highly recommended. The first, Kings of Pastry, follows contestants through the grueling three day trial that is the Meilleur Ouvrier de France (MOF). Those that survive are bestowed the highest honor for a pastry chef. Disney didn’t make the documentary so happy endings are not guaranteed. The second, Dr. Bronner’s Magic Soapbox, shared with me the story of the legendary Dr. Bronner, his philosophy, and the work his kids are undertaking to continue their father’s important work. Soap? Really only a vehicle to get the 3,000 word manifesto/label into the hands of everyone. Punchline is we need to come together, work hard and share the fruits of our labors. It’s a love story, then, and a very touching one at that but again, this is no Disney flick. Like real life, some strange comes with the good. Like looking into a deep cut and seeing things you hoped you’d never see. Once you face it, though, it isn’t as scary as you’d think. Maybe I need to read more of that label.