Interesting experience today, and painful to. (Funny how those two keep going together with me.)
I was riding my scooter when I tried to make a turn heading home. Next thing I know is that i'm on the ground groaning in a puddle. Insult to injury was that the puddle was full of grass clippings, and me with a new outfit. I was banged up, but both me and the scooter were able to walk away from the incident.
Funny thing is, i've been injured before, but people seemed to freak out about it a bit more then usual. I had three women who responded who kept asking if I was ok, and even offered to call an ambulance after it was obvious I was standing and in one piece. Then after I got home my roommate freaked after she saw the blood, and even after I washed up was still freaking. Being a former medic I know what bad looks like, I just have a lot of scraped skin. Stings like no other, but not even close to being serious. It doesn't even look serious, i've seen worse on kids learning to ride a bike.
Finally I went into work and had guys offering to get me stuff for my scrapes. I had already used hydrogen peroxide and neosporin, but didn't have any bandages. The guys fixed that rather quick. It was nice but a little unnerving as i'm not used to having people fuss over me like everyone has today.
So i'm trying to figure it out, do people really fuss over each other this much? Because nobady fussed this much when I was growing up or was living as a guy. Or is it because i'm living as a woman now?
