I got a little too up-close and personal with an associate whom I have been working closely with for many years. After all this time I had become accustomed to walking all over this guy, but, with this affair, I shed blood, sweat, and tears all over Mr. Asphalt.
Already starting to bruise and the veins near the temple tell of the stress.
Cell phones, being what they are, don’t always take the best pictures but I was so freaked by the volume of blood (one spattered shirt, three paper towels and we are still dripping) I had to see what it looked like. My mind kept thinking, “What is it that’s freaking people out? Why is it still bleeding?”
They told me not to walk because of my bursitis. Alright, I got it already! This is what happens when you do not listen! I could walk to Kaiser’s Honolulu clinic. “No, bitch, you will not!” (I’m mean to myself at times like this.) Calling a cab will be cheap because it’s so close! Duh! It’s such a breeze to call 422-2222… Pick me up!
Quick humor: The first cab missed me, or he avoided me because, man did I look like a scary street person! What cab driver wants to pick up a sweaty person all covered in blood? I wouldn’t!
As I was waiting for the replacement cab, I was standing in the sun and shivering — uh, shock? Not going to call the husband and have him yell at me! I’ll just fix it. Well, Kaiser will fix it. Such lovely stitchery!
Mahalo to Kaiser’s Urgent Care on Pensacola Street for helping me “pull” things together! Mahalo to The CAB for getting me there — even if I did look scary!
Three days later I thought it would be fun to share the progress of my self-destruction. I swear, women will stop at nothing to get a face lift! I can laugh at it now but I have to admit to a bit of fear that, hopefully, will pass with a bit more time. Pain will do that to a person.
It still shakes me up to walk by the area where this all happened. I’m sure the memory will eventually numb with the rest of the whole incident. In time.
It does seem to be taking forever for that bruise, aka black eye, to melt away. I must say, those shades of green and brown are really not at all attractive. As I’m writing this, about sixteen days later, my bruise is down to a sliver — still there but almost gone. The impact was obviously much harder than I wanted to admit. The fall started from a slightly elevated place before hitting the ground so I guess that’s to be expected. Sigh.
Lessons to be learned: Walk softly, never take nature for granted, be sure to always carry a lot of paper towels, do not forget your cell phone, and for goodness sake, be careful with whom you decide to have an affair!