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. :(
