Oh boy, I am in a bit of pain right now. A skateboarder crashed into me last night and sliced my knee open to the bone. I got six stitches! (Anyone want to see that or is it the sort of thing you shouldn’t post online?)
He was coming around a bend on a path pretty fast and just didn’t see me. After the collision, I picked myself off the ground, apologized, and asked him if he was okay. He looked at me like I was crazy and said, “I’m fine…you’re the one who is injured.”
I said, “What…”, looked down at my knee, back up at him, down at the knee, up at him, and said, “Oh, I think…” I had been about to say, “I think it’s fine.” but instead I made that noise that Wesley makes in The Princess Bride right before he collapses and Inigo says, “Help him.” to the princess. If you haven’t seen the movie, you probably don’t know what I’m talking about, but it’s a noise sort of like a guttural “Ungh…” I made that noise because you could see shiny white bone through the gash on my knee.
Then I staggered back into a fence and slid to a sitting position on the ground with blood pooling around my knee. It wasn’t pretty, my friends. There was all sorts of stuff coming out and not just blood either.
Well, I spent the next hour or so dividing my time between trying to reassure the friendly skateboarder, who felt just awful about the whole thing, and trying to calm down passers-by who looked at my knee and then looked like they were going to pass out.
Eventually, skater-boy got a car and I somehow managed to get myself over to it with a combination of cheerful and witty quips. Well, I thought they were witty at the time, considering the amount of blood I was losing.
The poor guy took me to the emergency room and sat with me awkwardly while I asked him about his major. He was an undergraduate…a chemical engineer with family in Vermont, go figure.
When they took me in to get my stitches, I shooed him off, telling him to stop looking like a guilty puppy.
The stitches were pretty cool though. The doctor had done so many that we could chat while he stitched and I asked him all sorts of questions and then quipped that he should embroider his initials while he was at it (he didn’t).
I hope this heals quickly, I just want to be back on my bike and out running again. It’s spring and I can’t bear to be sidelined.
I’m tired of all these injuries! A broken wrist in the autumn, a torn Achilles tendon in January…
I feel like a hummingbird throwing itself against the window of life. I keep battering myself against this reflection of the open sky when all I really want is to be free and flying in the open air. I try to live by this motto (which is from Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment) “Fling yourself straight into life, without deliberation–do not be afraid.”
Besides, soon the spring ephemerals will be blooming, and I need to be out and about! The orchard bees are already emerging and everything has an early phenology this year.