After picking up a couple of sodas at 7-11 on the way in to work this morning, I stepped off of a curb into a pothole and unceremoniously face-planted right there in front of God and everybody…
I managed to twist my ankle, bang up my right knee, take a big chunk out of my right elbow, mess up both wrists, my right palm is road-rashed really bad, and I tweaked my neck…
Sigh.
So I made it to work (and only bled a little on the leather in the Murano), cleaned myself up as best I could, and dressed all of the leaky bits with hand sanitizer and paper towels until I stopped leaking. Hand sanitizer on an open wound will definitely wake you up in the morning by the way.
After a few hours of limping around the office I left to head home at lunch (I had some stuff to get done before I could go) and stopped by Walgreens — which is where I discovered that because of zombies finding a bottle of hydrogen peroxide is akin to spotting a Unicorn.
Sigh.
Luckily the nice lady at Walgreens was able to locate a solitary bottle of made in Mexico hydrogen peroxide in the back. So I’m all antibioticed, bandaged up, and waiting for the naproxen sodium to kick in…
What a day.