Do you remember the scene in Without Limits where Pre is having a crazy night with some ho from Des Moines...and manages to mangle his foot in the process - right before the 1970 NCAA Championships? And then he still won his race?
That Exact Same Thing happened to me last night.
Well not exactly.
I was working out in my apartment (barefoot).
Wait. Let's back this story up a bit.
About two weeks ago, I broke a beer bottle in my kitchen. I promptly cleaned up the mess...sweeping and vacuuming the shards of glass. Since then, I've probably vacuumed once or twice. So you'd think that all traces of glass would be gone right. Right??? (Can you guess where this is going?)
Back to the story.
So I was working out in my apartment. And all of the sudden, I feel a sharp pain in my foot. I looked down. Blood was dripping off of my foot. So I sat down and looked at the bottom of my foot. There was a shard of glass. In my foot. It was big and long and green and bloody and EW THERE'S A PIECE OF GLASS IN MY FOOT GET IT OUT NOW. So I slowly and gently pulled out the glass. Holy shit. It was BIG. Blood oozed out of the newly pierced puncture wound at an alarmingly fast rate.
I sat there for a few seconds with my finger over my wound, keeping the bleeding under control. I looked for a tissue. Or a band aid. Or ANYTHING, but there was nothing. So I made a mad dash to the bathroom, dripping blood all over my carpet in the process. Thank God for the SpotBot. And also that I'm not a serial killer. Blood stains are tricky to get out!!
So I cleaned up the foot, smacked on a pair of band-aids, and that's the end of my story. Anti-climatic? Yes.
There was no crazy ho (self excluded). There was no NCAA Championship race. But there was a foot injury. And it hurts. I was going to suck it up and go for a run after work so I could Be Like Pre, but DUDE. It's dark out. I hate daylight savings time.
That Exact Same Thing happened to me last night.
Well not exactly.
I was working out in my apartment (barefoot).
Wait. Let's back this story up a bit.
About two weeks ago, I broke a beer bottle in my kitchen. I promptly cleaned up the mess...sweeping and vacuuming the shards of glass. Since then, I've probably vacuumed once or twice. So you'd think that all traces of glass would be gone right. Right??? (Can you guess where this is going?)
Back to the story.
So I was working out in my apartment. And all of the sudden, I feel a sharp pain in my foot. I looked down. Blood was dripping off of my foot. So I sat down and looked at the bottom of my foot. There was a shard of glass. In my foot. It was big and long and green and bloody and EW THERE'S A PIECE OF GLASS IN MY FOOT GET IT OUT NOW. So I slowly and gently pulled out the glass. Holy shit. It was BIG. Blood oozed out of the newly pierced puncture wound at an alarmingly fast rate.
I sat there for a few seconds with my finger over my wound, keeping the bleeding under control. I looked for a tissue. Or a band aid. Or ANYTHING, but there was nothing. So I made a mad dash to the bathroom, dripping blood all over my carpet in the process. Thank God for the SpotBot. And also that I'm not a serial killer. Blood stains are tricky to get out!!
So I cleaned up the foot, smacked on a pair of band-aids, and that's the end of my story. Anti-climatic? Yes.
There was no crazy ho (self excluded). There was no NCAA Championship race. But there was a foot injury. And it hurts. I was going to suck it up and go for a run after work so I could Be Like Pre, but DUDE. It's dark out. I hate daylight savings time.
Labels: Ramblings
2 Comments:
I shouldn't laugh but I can't help it.
I hope it doesn't hurt too badly.
daylight saving time sucks huge balls! i just want to hibernate.
i think we need to move to rio during the winter months...
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