scrapes and bruises

This week has been particularly hazardous to my health. I really don’t know how I didn’t know end up in the ER (though it was arguably close). Let’s start with Tuesday. I decided to be a good student and start outlining for one of my classes. The It Couple came over to my place and we put in a good solid chunk of study time. I was very proud of myself for being a good student. I sat in my trusty pink chair, lap top on lap, book on chair next to me. Got a lot accomplished. Oh wait. Did you know that lap tops aren’t actually meant to be placed directly on your lap? Yeah. It’s a very misleading name. After they left, I discovered a large red spot and a small blister. “Oops. Look what I did” I laughed to myself. A few minutes later I looked down and the blister was slightly bigger. “That’s odd” I thought to myself. I took a picture and sent it to It Girl to show her how dumb I had been in burning myself. A little bit later I noticed the blister had now gone from a small round spot to about the size of a nickel. And it was still hot and red. Now I was getting kind of worried. I didn’t want it to get any bigger. I figured I should take a needle and puncture it. The hot ooze just needed to be let out, right? Well, I did that and it didn’t seem to help. The panic was beginning to rise. I may have seriously hurt myself. I called The Comic to see what he thought I should do. (What, it’s not a normal reaction to call your smart-assed comic friend when there’s a serious problem?) Actually, he was more worried than I was. He googled burns and sent me specific remedies and links to help myself. He thought I should go to the ER, since every link said specifically “do not puncture”. I don’t have a Jewish mother, (mine’s Catholic) but from what I’ve gathered in life, I think the Comic became my over-protective and worried Jewish mother. I think I scared him more than I scared myself. He really helped calm me down though, so that’s good. I also emailed a couple girls I went to grade school and freshman year of high school with, cause I knew they are nurses. Thanks Facebook! That burn ended up not being too bad. I got some Neosporin and a bandage, and put myself back together. Of course my pant suit is at the cleaners, so I had to wear a skirt to work, and everyone was pointing out the tourniquet on my left thigh. But, it’s healing well, and I only have a slight boo boo from my stupidity.

Ok, so that was a dumb mistake. Oops, my bad. I learned my lesson about dumb mistakes. Right. Right? Cut to yesterday around 12:30pm. ATC had driven down to hang out. We met at my place and I drove us to go get breakfast. I find a great parking space and get out of my car. I close the door. Why isn’t my hand moving as I’m trying to move away from the car? Well, genius, you shut the door on your thumb! Not only was the door shut on my thumb, but I actually had to unlock the door to open said door to get my stupid thumb out. I was so shocked that I didn’t even cry or scream, though it hurt like a bitch. I was more embarrassed that I’d already hurt myself in front of ATC and it was only the 4th date! My thumb nail was split in half and gushing blood. I grabbed a napkin out of my car and pressed it to the wound. I tried to be tough. He rubbed my back as I sat there pathetically not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He asked if he could drive me home to fix me up. I asked “Can we go to It Girl’s house?” sounding way more pitiful than I should have. (Neither It Girl nor It Guy answered their phones) ATC drove me back to my apartment, since I didn’t have any Band-Aids in my car. (Note to self: start carrying Band-aids in my car) I washed off my finger as he went to my medicine cabinet to grab a Band-aid. Maybe I should have hidden my Sesame Street Band-aids ahead of time, but of course those are the ones he found first. He actually thought it was cute that I had a variety of kid-themed Band-aids. Of course only the small ones were left, cause those are my go-to bandages. He ended up grabbing a plain one since it was the only big sized one left. He bandaged me up and we went back to the restaurant to get lunch. Well, it’s bound to happen that I hurt myself in front of people I spend any large amount of time with. I just wish that it didn’t happen so soon and so stupidly. But, it’s nice to know that he still wanted to hang out with me after and wasn’t turned off my complete inability to function at all in life. That’s a trait I look for in a potential beau.

(Funny sidenote: We then went to It Couple’s house to hang out. It Girl made us dinner, and it was delicious. But, as she was prepping the dessert, she ended up slicing her hand pretty bad. I ran to CVS to get some gauze and tape because of where it was on her hand. I came back and ATC had to patch her up as well. Not only does he patch me up but he patches my friends up to! What a dream boat!!)