So, I stepped on my knitting needle. Okay, so it was bound to happen sooner or later. I really don't keep a very safe floor. There's all kind of junk all over it. I think I will create a shoe mandatory rule for my home when I get back to the USA.

Oh and don't worry. My doc got me my tetanus shot before I left. I was sitting in his office and I asked him, "What should I get?" and he said, "Well... Korea's a pretty developed country, there's nothing really that I- Oh, we should probably get your tetanus booster" and so I got it.

Good thing, too.

So, I was getting around my suitcase... which is inconveniently located in the middle of the floor, when I stepped down, hard. It hurt a lot, so I jumped up and hopped around of one foot until I realized that I had a giant double pointed needle stuck in it. I plucked it out like a cork and let go of it to ping against the floor. For a moment, I thought I got lucky.

"Oh! Look! No blood!" I thought. I squeezed the wound experimentally and sure enough, bright red blood started to gush forth.

"Shoot," I groaned.

It occurred to me the how much more grown up I've become over the years. Now, admittedly, most of my basis for comparison is seven year olds, but I think even a couple of years ago, I would have gone to pieces over such an injury. Instead, I hopped off to find the medicine box.

Now, despite my adulthood, the habits of my childhood still held me in good stead. For instance, all those years play fighting with swords really paid off in the hopping department. I hopped all over my suitcase before I realized that I stuff the dang box at the bottom of my suitcase.

All of that exertion had the blood pooling all over my food, which I noticed looked remarkably similar to the fake stuff they had on TV. I pulled the box over to my bed and tried to look for some gauze or something, but I had not really packed it for heavy injuries. I didn't even have wet wipes. So, I hopped over to my sink, grabbing the paper towels along the way.

I wiped the cherry red substance off of my foot with a sour face. Now that all the blood was gone, the uncorked knitting needle wound seemed to be relatively minor. I put some bacitracin on my camo bandage and pulled it across my foot.

Good as new.

I only cringed once! New record!

My mom did the same thing when she was younger. She also sewed her hand with a sewing machine, so be careful! :P
» Unicornasaurus on 2010-12-15 01:20:24

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