Wednesday (yesterday) I wrote Bio, my last exam at 8am...early. Finished and hurried home only to find that I could catch the city bus to the Greyhound depot in 45minutes or 12 minutes, and I hadn't eaten or finished packing and I didn't want to get to the depot too late, and I like run on sentences.... So I scurried around packing and rushed out the door laden with bags, waddling toward the bus stop about 2.5 blocks away. Let's change verb tense now.
A quarter of a block away from the stop, what should I see coming but the bus, so I make a dash for it and start waving my free hand wildly, trying to get Mr "Must keep staring straight ahead and not pay attention to struggling potential passengers" attention, when my hand catches on one of those telephone poles with the nails and staples sticking out of them from flyers and whatnot, and of course the bus driver goes right on by the lonely bus stop.
Verb tense change...now! I was so angry...still am...but then I looked down at my hand and saw blood and the biggest chunk of skin...except I guess you could say human...fascia missing...I could even see a tendon...so I crawled back home and freaked out Boyda, who could never be a nurse, and ended up catching the 11:01 bus (which came at 10:57, for the record) and getting to the depot with plenty of time for the 12pm bus.Postscript: it took me 5 days to finally realize, HEY! I should go to the doctor! The ER nurse scrubbed out the wound with a bristle brush that HURT, and I learned I could have easily had stitches. Great. Now I just have a huge scar on my right wrist, by the radial artery...forevah.
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