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
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
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. :(