it’s been what, almost a year now I’d guess, since I was promoted to sales and started opening and closing at work.
I’ve been opening on friday mornings for a year this october. don’t remember when in october it was, but that’s when it happened,
and with great reluctance on the part of my old manager, jonathan. donno why but he always seemed to hate me.
so, today was friday, of course.
as many of you know, I’m a bit slow in getting my license, so I ride my bike to work (cept on days I close, then I jus walk to the bus-stop)
since I was opening I jus rode my bike. was more-or-less on time (as usual), riding my bike down grant road.
there’s a part where the bike lane disappears, so I have to go up on the sidewalk (all up on). the bike lane disappears at
phyllis, so I steered my bike toward the up-ramp and got on the sidewalk. it’s pitch black, since it’s only 6:15 in the morning. about ten feet into the sidewalk I look down and realize I’m about to hit my bike into a pile of dirt and rocks. I tried to get out of the way and managed to turn my bike to the edge of the dirt, thought I was safe and didn’t realize I was falling until my arms tried to reach out to catch my fall. I’m probably lucky they didn’t or they might’ve broken.
as it happened, my knee, chin and elbow took mose of the force, and I’d guess my knee took the most since as I’m sitting here typing this my stomach is still revolting at the cleaning the scrape got. it’s now bandaged. it hurts to walk because something inside is bruised, so I’m trying not to get too antsy (though I want to run around and scream. I hate sitting still.)
So anyway. I picked myself up, fully prepared to hop on my bike and continue my way to work. there was a breeze on my knee, so I looked down and noticed my pants were ripped. well, damnit! I can’t go to work with ripped pants. I moved toward my bike to turn around and head home and change, but I couldn’t move very well and found myself on the ground, tears prickling my eyes. I still had no idea what was going on. I didn’t really feel any pain until I was sitting propped up against the tree whose dirt I’d been flung into after my scraping trip across the concrete. I started crying harder, the pain still not really prominent, and I finally figured I should get some help, so I called TJ on my cell. while the phone rang the pain got worse and worse and finally when he answered his phone, I was sobbing, could barely tell him anything except I hurt and that the sign said “phyllis”
he kept me on the phone while he got dressed and got in his truck, finally saying goodbye when he’d parked his truck on the street near where I was.
he came over and put my bike in the back of his truck, got my backpack (which was near me on the ground) and put it in the truck, then squated near me to see how my injuries were doing (to take stock I guess).
I still hadn’t seen my knee or anything, cause at this point my glasses were really fogged up from my sobbing and crying. he told me to give him a big hug, so I did, and he pulled me up and put me in the truck. I somehow manuevered my leg into the truck, scream-sobbing from pain from time to time, and closed the door. he seemed afraid that he’d hurt me more if I didn’t do it myself, which I’m grateful for cause I don’t like being helpless. I’d tried just standing on that leg and the pain was so bad I just couldn’t, my other leg took all the weight, so I -was- helpless. fortunately TJ is very strong cause if he weren’t I would’ve been in much worse pain trying to get anywhere. when we got home (the seven bumps on the way to the house were excruciating) tj came around and had me hug him again, but he was sleepy and we fell against one of the bushes. he righted himself and walked me up the path a ways, then set me down cause he was still really tired. he finally just hauled me into his arms and carried me into the house, placing me on one of the couches with my knees bent over the arm of the couch. with my knee in my line of sight, I saw through the tear in my pants that it was a big bloody mess, really shiney and just really really big. I don’t think my whole knee has been hurt like that since I was in first grade. not to mention it hurt the inside of my knee to move it. he got me some ice-packs (which hurt really bad cause they were heavy) and propped them up around my knee. it really helped cause when I’d woken up from my doze about an hour or so later, my knee felt a little better. we went to our room and slept for a little while, when I woke up my knee was throbbing (cause we hadn’t taken the ice-packs) but I could now hobble with my leg. so that gets us most of the way to this point, where I’m sitting here typing this. My house-mate Ken got some gauze and bactine and had me clean out my cut. thankfully the swelling has gone down (I took some advil) and the bactine is really gentle. I’d tried cleaning the cut earlier with moist toilettes and alcohol (70%) and had stopped cause it hurt really really bad. so the bactine didn’t hurt much at all, and my other house-mate Roberto recommended water (even though it’d bleed a bit, it’d get it cleaner) and water didn’t hurt either so I scrubbed at the scrape until most of the dirt was gone, just a little brown around the cut now. Ken gave me another gauze thingy and the bottle of bactine, told me to put the bactine on the scrape and then cover it with the bandage, then he taped the bandage to my knee with my knee bent at an angle.
I then wandered into my room (limping, but hey, I can move right?) and climbed into this chair and am now sitting here typing this.
TJ got pictures of my knee (not right after it happened, but before it got cleaned and after the swelling had gone down) and if the pile of dirt is still there in front of the house he’ll take pictures of it too. figure it’d be a good idea to have some evidence if my knee gets worse and I need medical care.
so!
I didn’t open this morning, after all.
Guess I’m still in some kinda shock cause I’m not really aware that I missed a whole day of work (the way you usually are if you miss one). My stomach has been roiling since I sat propped up against that tree and it’s calmed down some, but not much, and I haven’t eaten anything. I’m trying to eat some rice right now, so far it isn’t coming back up so that’s good. and, well, that’s it.
still hurts really bad to use my knee though.
also, there’s a scrape on my chin, and it’ll probably be there a while cause it’s not too small and scrapes take forever to heal.
>.<
blah!
thank you TJ and Ken and Roberto =^.^=
you guys are the best =^.^=
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