Last night, after a particularly brutal day at work, I drove home, parked my car, got out, and stepped on a rusty nail.

I was three doors down from my building, right in front of Mark and Catherine's house. I tried calling both of their cell phones -- I could hear their voices inside -- but neither one answered. I tried the house phone too. Then I tried calling n0thingman, who was also not available. Finally I tried pghwob, and, as soon as he answered, I started sobbing uncontrollably.

Sitting there, bleeding, I felt so incredibly helpless. What if I needed to go to the hospital and couldn't drive myself? Would anyone help me? What if I just wanted help up the stairs to my apartment? Like I told _aqualung_ later on that evening, at least when you're married you have someone who's legally obligated to help you if you're bleeding on the sidewalk.

The one bright spot is that I don't need to get a tetanus shot -- I got one the last time I stepped on a rusty nail.

Yes, clearly I am not the graceful swan of a daughter that my mother had hoped for.

Anyway, I've gotta go to the doctor now. :(